I got up and the sun was shining. It felt as if it might be possible to leave the house and visit dad. But I didn't do it. I did my squats (4 repeats of 12 squats). I walked around the kitchen table with Mary Oliver. And then I biked. So at least I moved and used my body.
I am now looking at the 1981 book. I have some financial work to do before I enter the past and then it will be all about committing these poems to the electronic document. It's always best to have some of this stuff on the cloud.
But first the SiT 63 form for transferring money. It is best to do this first as my brain wears out.
It's always best to not have to transfer stuff from Scotia Bank to Scotia Itrades but we were so conservative that we just had money in GICs.
Now we do more but it's still a struggle.
Let me go fill in the form now.
I finished the form and I have to drop it off tomorrow at Scotia Bank at Magrath. I could do it now but I am not willing to leave the house.
I got a phone call from Dynalife about blood work that has been ordered for dad for tomorrow. Looks like Dr. Dhunno has ordered it. Dad seems less energetic these days.
I will work a bit on the poems. I have put the fish for supper in the fridge to defrost. I have the potatoes to make into French fries. I will boil cauliflower for the vegetables. We will go and pick up our groceries after supper.
When it all seems like the world is useless I put it all into a poem and encapsulate what is. This the glass weight I put on everything.