Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Raining and Pouring
It has been very mild outside but the lashings of rain are matching my mood.
I've been over-peopled in the last while and desperately needed downtime so I grabbed it today.
I wanted to do mindless for the whole day. I watched Season 2 of The Good Wife and read my latest book and pushed some tiles around virtual Lexulous while looking for sheep farmers on the peninsula as a favour for a journalist friend. I never said my life was dull, did I?Through FB I assembled a whole bunch of sheep farmers, some of whom I know face to face along with their baa-baas (sorry). It's a tough business to be in and the invasion of coyotes - I hear they hang off the ferries to get here and then hide on the trucks on board - has made survival of the lambs an iffy prospect and an enormous challenge for farmers.
Then I get one of those emails, you know the ones that make your heart stop. I hadn't returned a call (I am phone-phobic at the mo) and it turns out the friend who had called is facing a life and death surgery this week and asked another friend to let me know. *hang head*.
It's rough on her and on all out there who face such incredible odds.
And, selfishly, I don't know whether I can take any more of such bits of "news". There should be another word for it.
The penalties of aging.
And yeah, I know, Dad.
You did warn me.