hydro crew arrived Friday to remove the branch on the
lines. They sectioned the entire branch and left all
the pieces under the line. Attila spent an hour or so
this morning moving and stacking the wood near the woodshed,
and stacking the pine boughs on our yard and away from
Attila lost four day's pay over the last two weeks. Attila was informed last week that he will be losing an additional quarter day's pay every month. So far 2009 has brought us a significant reduction in our income. Things could be worse, and they could be better. At least we are still in a position where things could be worse!
Today was almost a complete loss, as I could not seem to rise above the financial worry. My mind came back to the situation over and over again, but without fresh insight or positive movement. On top of that, I feel silly for obsessing about something I cannot change, or even influence. The best possible scenario is a new focus, on what is possible, given our reduced circumstances.
Tonight we will enjoy turkey soup, one of Attila's specialties. The last bit of pumpkin pie will be our treat for the evening. These are the last remnants of our holiday fare, enjoyed to the very last mouthful.
We did manage to make the mad dash to visit our girls, for a belated Christmas with the family. We had a lovely time and it was a joy to see Imp and Elf thriving and happy. Luna announced that a third grandchild is on the way! Exciting news.
Although we were gone little more than 24 hours, Mist was beside herself by the time we arrived home. The temperature in the house had dropped to 15 C. As soon as I came into the house Mist approached me with an indignant yowl. She insisted I follow her upstairs, where she led me to the fireplace and continued to volubly let me know exactly how negligent we had been in our duties.
I completely empathized with her. While Attila fetched the wood and built the fire, I sat with Mist on my lap providing a thorough cuddling and coddle. An hour later she was dozing happily in front of a roaring fire; all was forgiven.
We are having our usual bad weather on a Sunday, freezing ice pellets. Luckily, we have no reason to venture past our own front yard.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Jigsaw on a winter morning.
Hungarian State Vocal Choir
By The Easy Chair
by Diana Gabaldon
(I am just finishing this book; it feels like a Nancy Drew story, where Nancy has changed her name, become interested in history, and discovered sex, death and knives.)
"I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart."
e e cummings
(1894 - 1962)
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Visibility: 14.5 km
Humidity: 71 %
Wind Chill: -12
Wind: ESE 11 km/h
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