Attila and I both worked Saturday, so Sunday is our big day at home to catch up and recreate and relax. We do pretty well, because we are long past worrying about the little things. Things like dust, and lawns that need cutting and clutter that accumulates, seemingly without human assistance.
We were treated to a surprise visit from Harriet, Caitrìona and Katharine, Harriet’s girl. They were gadding about on a Sunday drive and called to see if we were up for a little company. We sure were!
It was great to see them and catch up with the news. I have been thinking hard about having my hair cut, and the universe took care of it for me, sending me Harriet, who is very talented at cutting hair in such a way that one’s finest features are flattered. And so I sat still while Harriet did her magic, with excellent suggestions from Caitrìona and big smiles from Katharine. It is a terrific hair cut, as close to perfect for me as I am ever going to get! Nice looking, easy to style and quick to wash and dry.
Another big bonus to having Harriet cut my hair is that she has a gentle touch, and I enjoy the experience. And the company and conversation are first class. No indifferent stranger shoving my head to and fro, or attempting disinterested conversation, or even worse, indulging in gossip.
I have had a fortuitous and lucky day.
I have a little adventure up my sleeve, for myself. It is a little reward, and an experiment at the same time. I am celebrating semi-retirement, as I will no longer be sending out useless resumes for non-existent jobs. Attila and I discussed it and decided that applying for non-existent work destroys the quality of life, and at my age I don’t want to be wasting any more energy on useless, stupid activities. So I will retain the on-call non-job that I already have, work the few hours a month that are on offer there, and forget about the job search. It is quite a relief not to feel the constant misery and exposure to indifference to my job applications, or rejection, as it wears one down.
The temperature continues to drop, and the wind has picked up. Attila was outside puttering with lawn mowing and wood stacking. He says the mosquitoes are fierce. I will take him at his word, and remain indoors. May and June in the bush are “mosquito misery months”; I do not go outdoors if I do not have to.
Attila has been experiencing a rapid recovery. His eyes are not quite back to normal, but thankfully the Hogweed did not affect his vision.
Pressure: 100.5 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: WSW 21 gust 32 km/h
“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”
1835 – 1910