Well, well, well. Here I am. Is this the eye of the storm? All around me the world is whirling in circles. Everyone seems to be going somewhere, fast. Blurred activity scours the surface of life, leaving striations hinting at direction. And me, well, by all visible accounts I am moving slowly, bare feet firmly planted, watching the target of my next step, moving with the maelstrom. I am doing nothing important, but somehow it does not feel that way. Increasingly I hear the suggestion of distance footsteps, other feet, other lives, moving slowly. I do not really understand what I hear, what I feel. I do understand that it feels right.
The project I have been working on has been completed and arrived by UPS today. McKittrick’s in London, Ontario, have, on very short notice, performed a small miracle. Great customer service, truly above and beyond, a reasonable price and the finished product is beautiful.
Part of my day was spent clearing out all the old cheques and forms from old and abandoned bank accounts. We burn these types of documents, usually to get a campfire going. As well, a tall stack of expired catalogues is now by the door, ready to be taken out to the blue box.
Mist is enjoying her summer. Last Saturday night she appeared at our door during the night, with another trophy, another dead mouse. Our company slept blissfully through the entire adventure, which I found surprising because Mist’s bragging yowl is very high volume. We are hoping that is the last of them, but I am sure Mist has other ideas about that.
Attila is enjoying a more relaxed existence, now that the last of this years urgent home repair projects is completed. We are enjoying our evenings together. At some point we will have to get back at the non-crucial projects, but for now we are taking advantage of our time together.
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By the Easy Chair
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by Jane Urquhart, page 246
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