I should be working (on my projects). But I ate such a huge meal last night that I awoke with a bellyache, and I find moving the pen around this morning to be challenging.
We have bright sunlight today after snow overnight. It is beautiful outdoors, and very cold.
We phoned the locksmiths and drove to town around 10 a.m. yesterday. The weather was gray and gusty and, again, very cold, with snow squalls passing through every half-hour. After dropping the van at the mechanic's, we walked six blocks to where I had left the pickup on Wednesday, and we stood near it, or sat in it, for the rest of the day, occasionally trudging to a telephone or to the post office or the bank. I'd been getting this tarot image (left) in recent readings--disturbing, because usually it means loss and poverty--but sometimes the images mean exactly what they are, and so there we were, my brother and me, wandering around town in the blowing snow like pathetic urchins all day long.
The locksmiths showed up at two and could do nothing; the broken key bits were irretrievable. They phoned a mechanic who showed up at three and dismantled the door and removed the lock, which the locksmiths then took apart. They retrieved the key pieces from it and left, and came back a half hour later with four copies fashioned from the reconstructed bits. Hallelujah. We trudged five blocks against the wind to the bank again to fetch cash to distribute gratefully among our various rescuers.[ADDENDUM: Clearly this is out of sequence, because if we had the keys, why did we trudge? Actually, we were forced to when the mechanic, who had finished his work, wouldn't take a check, before the locksmiths had returned. We walked up with money just as the locksmiths pulled up with keys, and then everyone left, happy.]
We drove the truck home then in a driving snow, and released the delirious locked-up four-leggeds, and I made a hot fire in the woodstove and cooked a big supper, and then I sat with my plate of asparagus and corn and potatoes with chicken gravy and sourdough roll with melted butter, and my glass of merlot, and black-and-white cookies for dessert, and I watched the Alexander Calder documentary DVDs that had come in the mail from a good friend, and crept early up to bed.
Now then--on to good times!
9:09:57 AM 
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