November 9, 2012
Rain piddles the grass
and trees in the terrain this morning. Didn’t have the wherewithal to get out of
bed…dragging myself around the lumpy cushion was problematic. Laid on the floor last night to stretch out my
back and …oh boy, pulled something…hate when that happens! Deep breaths are
necessary to move through the sharp stinging pain.
Bad night of accosting
mosquitoes and restless leg syndrome! Constantly fussing for the unattainable comfortable position. I have
become tired of everything in the room, the inexcusable webs clinging
desperately along the ceiling (suppose Luciana cannot attend to them since that
would make her an overachiever,) my vacant suitcases (gloomingly reminding me
of the impossibility of voyages beyond the farm gate,) the layers of French doors
(which I wrestle with each day to unlatch, latch, open again to release the
array of insects trapped within,) the internet connection cord (two feet long
and inevitably just out of reach,) and the wardrobe (struggle to open and close
while embracing my crutches and articles of clothing to store or wrangle to use
for the day.)
Just to rise and go to
the bathroom, get a glass of water or make a pot of coffee (lighting a match to
catch the flame to warm the teakettle on the stove and pouring hot water over a
cloth filter,) never mind reach across to the other side of the double bed is a
chore. Reminds me just how fortunate I am that I don’t have to deal with this
for longer than…a few months. Cross your fingers! Enough complaining already!
Since I IM’d Taelor yesterday I miss her all the more
keenly. Stupendous to hear of all the goings-on. I will have the opportunity to
be in touch with her again this afternoon. At some point I will configure Skype
correctly and be able to hear her (no sense aspiring to use the camera with
dial-up.)
Providing Tellington
Touch for Neginha, the fuzzy blackish cat so she is forever vying for more. As
a result, massive tufts of black fur swirl around the side of the low-slung
bed. Last night she was inadvertently trapped inside the house, chasing after
the knobby toad that appears at dusk to nab insects zipping about in the dim
florescent lamp. As I turned unsteadily to shush the hand-sized toad, Neginha
sailed out the top of the Mr Ed door in angst.
More snafus with the
deliveries..cannot bear to get involved in the ensuing conversation. Just more
of the same- lack of follow-through and exasperating ineptness. I get caught in
the middle like a pig in a poke, since I attend the cell phone (when I can get
to it in time, damn-it) and listen to the tirade on the other end. Though the
majority of the time even if I am lounging on the bed a few long steps from the
lurking phone it is virtually impossible to snatch it before the cheerful and
agonizing chirp suddenly halts. Probably
best not to answer since I cannot excuse nor explain the circumstances.
The day goes by and
nothing happens. Expect darling McFab will attend to me again today. Now that
is something to look forward to as well as the conversation with Taelor albeit
Facebook IM, sigh.
Paulo is here farting
around. He doesn’t have the necessary supplies to finish his work so he is
dragging it along shuffling the scaffolding from here to there stabbing at the
walls with sandpaper. Meanwhile I splay across the bed computer tilted on the
sturdy but inflexible table tray with a chink of frozen meat wrapped in my
camping towel on top of my swollen yet vastly improving by the day gnarled
foot. What’s a girl to do?
You’ll be relieved to
know the sullenness has mostly passed and I can dig around and find my sense of
humor when the occasion arises.
My chariot awaits.
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