I've been in an extremely foul mood for a long time, compounded by an intensely suffocating depression. I counteract my misery by writing benign blog posts about lovely forests, cute cats and teddy bears and occasional piano interludes......a blessed escape from grim reality.
If I ever unleashed all the problems and stress I have with my (declining) health and with this complicated life in the peaceful wilderness, you'd marvel at the fact that I'm still sane (which at this point is a matter of debate).
I won't mention my back problems - which makes it extremely difficult for me to walk - - or the ongoing problems with my hip and knee.
I will mention, however, that for the past few days I've been without heat and hot water. The furnace and the water heater noticed my misery and decided to compound it by refusing to work.
Thank Gawd that the weather has (temporarily) turned mild again. Rain is predicted for the entire weekend.
I plan to (reluctantly) check the furnace and water heater tomorrow. The water heater is located in a tiny windowless "room" that is extremely difficult to access and scares the living jeeters out of me.
To complicate my abject misery, the mild weather has resurrected the Asian beetles (see my previous posts about this). They are everywhere - - and I still clean up hundreds of dead ones daily.
I made the long, dreaded drive to town yesterday (Thursday) to stock up on supplies, but forgot to buy several things. Might have to go again next week (before the Thanksgiving holiday).
my bill at the supermarket was $99.99.
I got back ONE PENNY in change.
I recently lost my favorite ring. It's an 18th century Italian ring, made of gold with a beautiful amethyst.
My question - how the hell could I lose it???? I'm completely baffled.
I'm always extremely careful with my rings. I checked all of my pockets, and the entire house, and the car.
Whenever I come home, I immediately put my wallet, keys, and rings on a shelf.
The only thing I can think of is perhaps I dropped it and one of the cats got it (Bosco loves to play with anything).
My worst scenario is that Bosco accidentally swallowed it. I'll have to carefully check his litter box......
am I trying to be funny?
Naw, I'm not in a funny mood.
Yesterday when I got home from town, I took a few photos. The leaves are dying, the forest is as dire and gloomy as my soul. It starts getting dark very early - around 3:30.
A rare glimpse of the house.The forest begins right where this tree is.
The forest is so gloomy now that the camera flash goes off.