When there are painful or stressful things going on in my life, I tend to channel myself around them like a diverted river, or a road detour. It is the rare life that proceeds without the downs, and mine is not one of them.
I have a few issues in my life that I am dealing with at the moment. Most of them are chronic, ongoing, ho hum problems; problems that elicit deep sighs rather than panic. They are the potholes in the road I travel. Chronic Kidney Disease is the latest issue that I am slowly transforming from shock to oh well. I don’t write about indentifiable people problems here, because people problems involve other people, the stories are shared, the problems need to be addressed with the people involved, and outside of that, the issues are private.
In my world it is the wonderful things that I allow to occupy my mind and my heart. Although this is natural tendency, it has taken some practise over the years to learn how to balance the light with the dark. The dark side is part of the human experience, for me as for most people. I have periods of time when I acknowledge and spend time honouring the dark experiences and shadows that inhabit my life. I respectfully visit these regions, but I don’t live there.
Sunrise, morning coffee, bird song, Attila’s smile, the beauty and wonder of the Rideau Camp, our Ancestral Camp, my Granny and Grandpa’s house, the love, tenacity and strength of my Mom, the love I feel for my siblings, my wonderful friends, the list of loving and wonderful things in my life is long. Even in the bleakest of times I have found much to love in my life. Decades ago my dear friend Patrick called this coping mechanism of mine, “Maggie’s Golden Memories”. Hell yes.
It is cold this morning, well below freezing. Tonight is predicted to be even colder, -10C. I hope to sleep through that. Daytime temperatures are predicted to remain above freezing for the next week and beyond. That is something to celebrate.
This week Attila and I are dealing with the legal aspects of attaining ownership of the Rideau Camp. Visits to the banker and the lawyer are planned.
I spoke with the nurse at my GP’s office near the country house. Talking to the woman who books appointments is fruitless, she asks for details, makes comments, and I am often side-tracked onto fruitless and frustrating avenues of conversation. The nurse is wonderful, friendly, direct, succinct and efficient. The reports from my hospital visit were not in my file, so she is going to look into that, talk to the GP, and call me back when she has information for me. I feel a lot better after having spoken with her last night.
My big accomplishment for the day was to obtain a copy of our Open Air Camp Fire Permit, which we need to have a camp fire at the Rideau Camp. It took some doing, over the phone and email, and I couldn’t have done it without the help of the Administrator for fire services, she was terrific. I enjoyed the whole process, due to the relaxed and friendly manner of the Administrator. Some people are wonderfully suited to their jobs, and she is one of those people.
So Attila and I are set for this weekend’s day trips to the Rideau Camp. Grilled cheese sandwiches over an open fire here we come!
Date: 6:00 AM EDT Tuesday 5 April 2016
Pressure: 102.9 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: N 13 km/h
Wind Chill: -14
“A love of tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril; but the new view must come, the world must roll forward.”
Sir Winston Churchill
1874 – 1965