Hello. I thought I should update you after my post of despair last night. The pit of despair, from ‘The Princess Bride’. Remember that? Ha. I can relate.
There was no sleep to be had last night thanks to my reinvigorated chest cold and restless thoughts about being homeless, or as my husband referred to it as, “becoming refugees.” We did manage to make arrangements to move back into the lovely lake house we started in when we first arrived in Nova Scotia. Remember that place? I am hoping the lake will be melted and that it will bring all my zen feelings about life back. I took about a hundred pictures of the water there. Endless entertainment and glee. Tonight, we’re back at another hotel while the lake house is being prepared for us. I decided to do things a little differently this evening.
Other things that were resolved today include:
- Fighting through the woes of our vehicle being hit on the street by an unattended car without a parking brake. According to “Canadian laws of the land,” (guy’s words, not ours,) if YOUR car is hit, even though you were completely unaware and a non-participating party, YOU are the one that has to use YOUR insurance to cover the damages. That’s what the guy wanted to fight us on for a good two hours. I won’t further comment on this one, but I will say, in the end, these colors don’t run. I mostly said that for my brother’s benefit. Are you reading tonight, TT? Our car *might* be ready by when we finally get to leave.
- Rebuilding my faith in the Universe. It won’t be a one night fix, by any means, but I will get there.
That’s all for now. Conclusion: some solutions + a summer-like martini + pretending there isn’t an ice/snow blizzard on April 1st = less despair for all.