|Image via TermiGuard|
I tried to be useful in my garden but it was hot, getting hotter, my head was full of snot and my body was being ravaged by insects. So, I said, "to hell with it" and went for a drive. I made up some excuse to myself about checking my mail in Cavalier, 18 miles away, to pick up my latest Netflix but really I just needed a breeze and a reason to sit still. Listening to kd lang's "Hymns of the 49th Parallel" CD (a stand-in for the lack of CBC Music this year - still a mystery), I felt sheepish and full of regret. What was I doing here? Does it matter? And why am I sacrificing my personal life if it makes no difference?
|Life: Green, sometimes black|
Such were my thoughts as I went along, drivin' and cryin', which is the best band name ever.
Today, I awoke feeling much better, though I had to deal with additional body issues (I'll spare ya) and the water pump whining that it was empty. So, before work, before breakfast, before anything, I had to start up the Tonka Truck and get the tank filled. Mission accomplished and I see a brighter day ahead for me, emotionally, though eventually I'll have to figure out what the hell is wrong with the awning.
I share this here because, for the three of you reading this, it's important to know that dark days descend just as effortlessly as the bright ones here on the farm. They say "misery loves company" but sometimes, when you are feeling pathetic and weepy, maybe it's just as well not to have witnesses.
However, yesterday I did manage to squeeze in some high points before succumbing to sickness once again. In an effort to climb up out of the roiling pity pot, allow me to celebrate them here:
Positive Thing #1: As a contractor, I get paid by checks that come via USPS - direct deposit is not an option. (BlogHer paid me by PayPal but alas, that is now over.) When these highly-anticipated checks do come, I usually have to make the 103-mile round-trip drive to Grafton, the nearest Wells Fargo. Of course, this takes time and a considerable amount of gas, which is quite spendy for a 4WD pick-up with zero fuel efficiency. This year, we tried a new approach: Direct Deposit via Mom.
I kept my mailing address in Long Beach for the checks and Mama Iva made the 1.7-mile drive to the nearest WF and - presto! - she successfully deposited my millions. DONE. Hallelujuah!
|Candy-striped flowers, also a positive.|
|Tail end of a parsnip, from last year's harvest|
|Seeder, in action|
|Brent, seeding Pinto beans|
He then lowers the marker, just for my benefit, so I can the function in action. He nearly forgot about it when it came time to make a turn. Ooops!
Best of all, my lesson went down in view of our farm, gloriously awash in that golden, late-afternoon sun, which is about 7:30 p.m. here.
|Brent, in his office|
|Jack, the bar pup|
Positive Thing #6: Though my beloved LA Kings did not make the Stanley Cup Finals (still proud with their double-overtime performance against the Chicago Blackhawks) I did enjoy more incredible hockey last night. Plopped down in the Western Bar (which has come to be my favorite local watering hole), I tried to keep a "hockey date" with Kirk, whereby we watch the same game while texting fired-up expletives all the way through. It's a gas.
|Note: Deer antlers in the red box|
Ultimately, the heated match went into triple overtime and ended up being the fifth longest game in Stanley Cup history - so glad I got to see at least some of that beautiful madness in play. Thus, I went home pondering the reality that most great victories do not come easily.
So, I guess I'll give it another try tomorrow.