Well, the weather in my neck of the PNW region this year, has been weird to say the least. I got the notifications on my phone last night that it would be snowing Monday (today) through Friday – snow this time of year is unusual … but it’s not so strange.
The Spring of 1975 was a weird one, too. When I woke up May 10th with intense Braxton Hicks twinges, Bob drove my pregnant self from our home in Cathlamet, to the Monticello Hospital in Longview – and to our startled eyes: there was a thick, wide, patch of ice across the highway at County Line. Bob carefully drove over it, before picking up speed again.
So, I didn’t think last night’s notification was too strange. WA weather is ass-backwards anyway when it comes to snow. Snow rarely happens here when it’s supposed to (like around Christmas, would be nice – and n.o.r.m.a.l.). Snow in WA State ALWAYS happens in January, or February. I admit snow in April, or May is strange; but not all {that} strange: just annoying. But, I am sure the national weather forecasters are jumping from forecast chart to forecast chart, and peeing themselves over ‘climate change!’ hysterics being channeled to them by political {scientific} nonsense.
Today, I was up; bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed around 7 AM – and seeing snowflakes.
Around 8 AM the heat pump thermostat was blinking an unwelcome message to me, as I walked past it: and it was an hour behind in time. If the batteries totally die … will the Heat Pump stop working?
I am pretty ignorant when it comes to stuff like this, so I called the 1-800-number needed to schedule someone to come out here and change the thing – of course, everyone “is working from home”: an hour later, still no return call. So, I called back and was told, “I left her an email. I don’t know where she is; I’ll send her another urgent request, but I don’t know if any technicians will be available to be sent out by dispatch.” WTH What kind of mickey mouse operation is this????
It’s snowing: I need this thing up and running; so, as much as I loathe candy scott, I called the Park Office and asked if there was anyone in the Park available that could switch the batteries out for me; she said there was, and she’d contact them. I am thankful, and grateful – that does not mean I’ll ever consider her a friend … but I do appreciate her doing her job (when she feels like it).
I am settling into my New Life, and building community; and communities always have unpleasant people in them – candy scott is my unpleasant community member.
But I can’t let her sour attitude color my world.
It is true that her actions killed my husband.
It is also true that Bob had apparently been seriously ill for a long time – perhaps Bob knew that, perhaps he didn’t: but I certainly did not know.
And candy scott’s attitude and actions caused that illness to flare up and shatter our life together.
I know Bob is in a much better place.
I also miss Bob’s presence in my life. Acutely.
I can’t allow candy scott to have power over me, or my emotions; I’d rather not have any dealings with her at all – but she is Park Manager. I need to deal with her on occasion.
I live in this Park – I need to feel comfortable living in this Park. I do have a couple friends that live here, too … but I need to know more than one or two people here; maybe that will happen since I’ll be spending more time at home this year.
While visiting Blog Hops, I was again pleasantly surprised to see that another one of my Posts had been highlighted by another Blog Hop Host 😊
Checking on the slipper soles I coated last night, I noticed they were still slightly damp – so, I’ll l eave them to {cure} another night before coating the soles of the remaining three pairs of slippers.
It’s noon now, and today’s pace has found a comfortable stride … but the weather is still in utter confusion 😉
