Using grief to find joy
These past few days I’ve been feeling rather shaky/lonely. It’s okay, I’ve been using the feeling to find joy in all the little places. In all the furry places too, since my cats have all received extra doses of love (yes Tao, showing your belly right above my keyboard, I’m thinking of you!). What makes me deeply happy these days is the people I love. Herb’s presence, his simple presence. Going for drinks last night with Meckboy and Meckgirl, whom we don’t get to see quite as often as we’d like (but such is life in our thirties!). Knowing that Eclipse will be upon us soon (although that brings its load of stress as my stuff for the kiosk is nowhere near ready). Knowing that afterwards we get to take the road all the way up to Natashquan. Getting an extra mega-bonus of having Meckboy join us. Knowing that my eighth time there, I’ll get to share the place with someone I love, who’s heard me rave about it for over ten years. (With three people that fit the category, actually, as my mom and her man will come spend a couple days with us in the blue chalet!) Knowing I’ll be in cold water soon (to me, this is good!). Oh, and no matter how annoyed I am with our apartment (the phone line inside the walls is definitely damaged, we’ve established that now… but I don’t care, our phone service goes through the modem and if we plug the phone right into the modem we bypass the internal wiring — no paying Bell technicians for me!), I can look outside and see dozens of people moving, and I’m glad I’m not one of them!
