Just a normal day for us here.
I wake up around 8 am, to be honest more like 8.30 am, it is late for me.
But here in the Yukon we are on Yukon Standard Time,
which to say the least is a little screwball,
Like our midday falsl at 2 pm. And now i would be the first to say
here in the Yukon it doesn’t matter because we do
not have much daylight in the winter, and in summer
well it is all daylight. But I am normally an early…....
Whoaa whoaa wait a minute just as i am typing this
there is the most beautiful sunset going on.
The mountain in the South West, Kelvin mnt that is
on the east side lined with a bar of golden light.
And it is lasting , it is just sitting there. Now you
might now that here up north sunrises and sunsets are
drawn out events, gloroiusly so. And as this is all going
on me rattling away on the keyboard, my husband is
rattling away, and i keep saying i am typing i am not listening.
It is something about our potatoes in the cool room,
Shit he says , you don’t care, Yes yes i care, but i am typing
We here me and the reader, i was actually telling you ,
i am an early riser. But with this two hour midday point
in winter i feel i am sleeping longer and longer, and
normally i like to eat right at noon and then again at 6,
but that has shifted too, i eat now at 1 or 2 and supper
is far away. It is 5.30 here. Normally i would be cooking away.
So this as always is going to be a long story,
Only being at the time when I only just got up.
Lets say it was 9 am when I have done my dream
journal meditation and was sipping coffee.
It was snowing again. Lots of snow this year.
I did some light shoveling and later on that morning
a neighbour brought back the big shovel she borrowed.
Just in time.
Oh my husband is talking again , to me, “Awe fuck men”,
yes that is how he talks. He is not used to me typing away,
but heck it is nanowrimo, one month a year i do do this.
Later this month i will do a post on the art of shovelling snow,
but for now we move along.
I made bast porridge, it was good, yes yes i will like this
addition of spruce bast to my diet.
I forgot what else i did that morning, but in the afternoon
we got ready to haul water at the creek, Stony Creek.
Yesterday Don had noticed that the road towards the creek
was plowed, which means we can get to the creek.
And we did, and I will keep you posted on a bridge someone build.
I am predicting the bridge will fail and be pushed out by the
ice and block off the culvert underneath the highway, thanks
a lot Geaton! OOps now it is out there on the Internet, but
he build the bridge or so i heard.
Anyway till now the bridge has proven very helpful
to haul water, I clean off the bridge, with a big axe,
make the waterhole bigger and Don filled five 5 gallon jugs.
We stop at Mendenhall Landing, and the river is most
beautiful the sound of ice hitting the rozen shoreline,
the river freezing up, and i suddenly i heard the swans,
Still 5 swans. I worry for them, the river will freeze up soon.
Ad South seems too far to go.
I come home and want to put a photo on my desktop
back ground, a recently bought refurbished computer.
Somehow it is not working, i need a code…. My mood
dropped like rock , I do not know nothing about computers,
just enough to do this and that, but not like a millennium who
understands them . I opened my email to see if that is working,
and Ole my life always a string of glory, an email from Jonathan
at Tergar ( meditation) asking why we are so hardwired to be unhappy.
Instantly I laugh at my upsetted self, and long story short, phoning Trinity ,
it is all resolved in a wiffy, Hurray for Technology
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