We are home again and last night I slept in my own bed and felt like a queen. Well, I slept after I finished binge watching the new season of Wentworth. Before we caught the ferry yesterday (when you live on an island your vacation life has to revolve around the ferries) we went to a farmer’s market (or is it farmers market? Tell me if you know) and there’re were vendors everywhere selling soap and carrots and wooden rolling pins and bread and pie. We did buy a pie for Thanksgiving next month. There was also lots of little children running around all happy. There was a woman with hair all the way down to her bum and someone playing the pan flute. It was such a simple thing but so nice.
This afternoon we went to out to dinner to my husband’s cousin’s house. She is a beautiful woman that I loved immediately after meeting her. Her husband is one of the funniest people I ever met. They have three dogs. One is so old it can’t see or hear but cute and gentle. One of the other dogs is new that they brought in from Mexico but it’s a little scary. It growled at me three separate times and lunged and snapped at my husband’s face. They had it on a leash the whole time but whenever I stood up it growled at me. I am nervous of dogs to begin with and stayed clear. Cousin’s owners are very aware of the situation and very apologetic. The have only had the dog three weeks and are hoping the dog settles in soon. It’s a fair sized hound dog and it scares me.
Tomorrow we get our new furnace. And I have loads of housework to do. I’m down to the last three days of my holidays from work. I do not want to go back especially since it’s so dark now in the morning. This time of the year is very difficult for me. I try every year to be positive and optimistic but these long, dark and rainy Pacific Northwest fall and winters are difficult.
I think tomorrow I will make a rotisserie chicken. A nice comfort food.