Cassi Creek: Awake at
0600. The dim pre-dawn light and the
muffled quiet of the outside world tell me that the NWS forecast for snow was
on target. I like the suppressed sound
levels that result from snow are somehow peaceful.
We have no place
we have to be today. The deck and steps
have a layer of frozen sleet beneath the half-inch snow layer. This is not the greased glass frozen rain
from last snow, but the evidence of a slower transition from one form of frozen
precipitation to another. I scraped off
what I could and put down de-icer. Lesson
learned, as long as the de-icer lasts.
While I was
out with Loki to get the paper, it was still spitting snow. When I took her out later she had fun running
and sniffing, but the snow had stopped.
After I coaxed her back to the deck, I brought in a load of
firewood. The fire from last night died
out about 0600. I had hoped it would
have lasted another hour of so but no such luck. The wood we bought for this winter is oak. Burns hot but hard to get it started.
We’re doing
laundry today. The current temperature
is 22 °F and that represents a 20 °F drop from the day’s high, which was
recorded at 0138. This is the sort of
day that demonstrates the real benefits of modern laundry appliances. I’ve hung clothing in freezing weather. Not often, and not happily, but once is all
it takes to learn that lesson, too.
I’m still
waiting on VA to decide that I officially have Parkinson’s disease. My chart says “atypical Parkinsonism” but my
medication says “for Parkinsonism.” The
medication seems to be working at some level.
The tremors decrease in frequency, intensity, and amplitude as I ingest
the day’s multiple doses of Levo & Carba Dopa. By morning, my hands shake so intensely that
I find it hard to count out meds. As the
day’s intake is metabolized and utilized, I notice a return to the random
twitching that manifests in random jerking motions of my legs. It makes it hard to sleep. I would very much like to have that problem
solved.
Still, the
sun is shining, the wind is abating slowly, and I have sufficient happiness in
my life to make the day a good day. Although
it is Friday, it feels very much like Saturday.
The Dire Wolf is occupied elsewhere; Fenario, perhaps.
Shabbat Shalom!
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