Oh joy! My friend Marisha came today; she has cleaned my house and kept me sane for at least 15 years but has not been here since February. She was due to come in March when … well, you know. I’ve managed to keep the dustballs from taking over, but barely, and today, there she was, six feet away and smiling. Her family is well. Her husband the truck driver is not driving long distances so is home more; she groaned, and we laughed.
At the same time, a miracle – my daughter appeared with her old friend who used to live with her family in my basement apartment, and they started to sort and clean. When they left, 3 hours later, there was a giant pile of toys and clothes in front of the house which we hope people will cart away; you can’t donate to charities right now, they’re all closed, but people around here do a good job of carting. There’s a ton more to be done so they’re back tomorrow, but the process has at last, at very long last, begun. See the writer’s shoulders loosen slightly. My girl really came through.
So I cleaned with Marisha and kept an eye on downstairs, and then I started the “Marketing for creatives” course that I signed up for through the CNFC website. It says you should really consider keeping a blog. As they say on The Simpsons: Okeley dokeley.
Oh, and I’m better but not 100%. It must be a summer cold, a little bug with a bit of throat and body ache, but of course these days, any twinge leads to sheer terror. OMG THIS IS IT I’M DEAD.
Not. Thank you very much.
Today, extremely hot, and tomorrow, 31 degrees. It’s July, and I’m not dead. Yet.
Yesterday I watched more episodes of Good People on CBC Gem, with the handsome talented empathetic Mark Sakimoto exploring our country’s great problems and highlighting possible solutions. In my vivid dream last night, I was backstage at a concert with a man I really liked, and it was not – gasp! – Paul McCartney. I think it was Mark Sakimoto. Now going to watch more episodes. We’ll see what tonight’s dreams bring.
