It is almost 2:00 and I am just sitting down now in front of my SAD light. It is so dark today. And rainy. It is just the smallest hair past summer so I won’t complain about the rain. But the dark. Those long, long months of dark are exhausting. Every single person here has such low Vitamin D that our health plan no longer pays for testing. We are all low. We have to supplement. That helps with the Vitamin D but not the lack of light. So, the SAD light.
This morning I saw my employment counsellor and she was so lovely. She just does the intake and has passed my file to a different person who works especially with women who have depression, anxiety and a history of abuse. This employment agency is beyond amazing. They will help me with each and every step of the process to find meaningful employment. Tomorrow I am taking a course on Disability and Stress Management.
Oi. I wrote that
four five hours and obviously got distracted. Here’s a question for those of you that lived in the days before everyone owned a dryer. We dry clothes, towels and bed linens outside in the spring and fall. In the fall and winter we have two excellent drying racks for clothes and towels inside. At this point we do not have a drying rack that is big enough for bed linens. How did people dry bed sheets before dryers? We do have a dryer but my husband and I are always looking for a way to reduce our energy consumption and lower our hydro bill. We have an app that shows we already use considerably less energy than anyone in our neighbourhood but not using the dryer would be one more thing.
This is Harriet. She was my first cat and I miss her still even though she died more than 15 years ago. The night before I got her I woke up and had this thought.
I need to get a cat.
I had never had a cat of my own before so it was a weird thought. To add to the weird thought I knew the cat needed to be a calico. The next afternoon I went to the SPCA. I told the people at the desk that I was here to look at the cats and they pointed me to the cat rooms. I opened the door and walked in. Sitting directly in front of the door was a calico cat. I picked her up, she put her head on my shoulder and started to purr. I walked out the door and paid for her and the rest became Harriet history. She was a beautiful and loving cat. My daughter was just a toddler at the time and Harriet would let my daughter dress her in dresses and carry her around the house. My son who was not yet in kindergarten would chase her around. I would tell him not to chase her but Harriet never minded. When she got tired she had a place in the laundry room so she could escape and nap. Harriet came when she was called and talked to you like she was a person. And she loved smoked oysters! Sometimes I would try to be sneaky and open a can but if she didn’t hear she would smell and come running. Sadly, she got sick one day. She had always had bladder issues so the vet thought she went into kidney failure. She had not been well and when I came home from work she came running like she always did but collapsed on the floor. It was one of the saddest moments of my life. She had so much love to give but only lived to 6 years old. Norbert makes me laugh but Harriet gave me love