Now I'm at the stage that I don't know how I can leave home or be ready to leave home in two days. But there it is.
Shelly is briefed and will step in and stay here. There will only be a couple of boarding dogs and our usual pet contingent, but the place will not be unattended.
Be that as it may, I have become unaccustomed to being "on vacation". It's not that I work so hard, and in fact have a lazy streak.
I just feel uneasy. I was awake half the night because of my shoulder, worries about the trip and getting reacquainted with family, and meeting strangers. I'm feeling inferior and heavy and dumb.
Yesterday, a friend was selling old lockers from a cargo container he had purchased at auction: sets of metal high school lockers. Shelly and I were returning from Prince George on Sunday when I, as the passenger, was looking at Facebook.
Both of us wanted a set. Yesterday, Adrien and Shelly went and purchased our treasures. A huge surprise to all of us was how heavy these were: my set of four weighs about as much as a piano, I'd guess.
It seems to be all metal (no concrete in the base, for example). The unit I bought is in good shape.
Here's the thing, though. I can't even lift the behemoth enough to put a towel under it in order to "scooch it around". I can't even dream of putting castors under it.
I got to thinking I'd made a big mistake. Shelly, Adrien and Glenn had done a huge favour just fetching and delivering the lockers.
And Gary clearly thought I was an idiot. 😢
At any rate, overnight while I felt buyer's remorse and worried about whether to give it back, or what to get rid of if I keep it, I decided it was just meant to be. It will stay in the kennel building and I'll make more room for it. It's not in my husband's way anyway.
Any tweaking or conversion of the set of lockers will need to wait until I'm home from Manitoba. As I lay awake last night and "stewed" I formed plans for the project … will share later.
I also know I can't lose much weight in the next three days, so to hell with that … will address that later too.
Maybe I need therapy. Perhaps a long drive and sitting on a beach will help. 🤞
Shelly C. Photography
Our corner of paradise: house is obscured by trees. You see the kennel building and Gary's shop. ~ photo from Shelly Cousineau
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