It was a diamond winter day in February — clear, cold, hard, brilliant. The sharp blue sky shone, the white fields and hills glittered, the fringe of icicles around the eaves…sparkled. Keen was the frost and crisp the snow over our world; and we young fry…were all agog to enjoy life.
—THE STORY GIRL
🎨 Peder Mørk Mønsted
New month, new slate. Here we go.
I’m thankful for a nice dinner out with my sister and my brothers.
We went, to celebrate February’s arrival, my upcoming birthday, and my brother-in-law’s birthday in a few weeks.
A few drinks and a free celebration dessert made it a lovely evening. I could relax, finally, for a few hours at least.
I’m thankful when my niece hands me a banana.
It was a plastic toy, but still. The gesture shows she is growing up, soon to be taking her first steps.
I’m thankful when my friend the travel agent helps me figure out some pricing for a trip to BC.
It is for the Canadian Federation of the Blind’s annual spring convention.
At least three of us are going. We will make sure to get in some travel/tourism stuff in there as well.
I am determined to stand by the ocean.
Also, to meet people in person, who I’ve spoken to by phone for months, it will be nice to make their acquaintances, and I hope to speak in front of the entire convention on my project to put descriptive audio services in movie theatres.
I’m thankful for a visit with my neighbour and my brother.
My brother got a ride back here, planning to jam with his band friends in my basement that night. So, I’d previously made a plan to visit with my neighbour in the afternoon and so the three of us had a nice talk.
I’m thankful my neighbour cared to give me some tea to help me sleep with my cold.
She said she could give me apple cider vinegar to gurgle, which she swears takes care of a sore throat for her within hours/a day or two. She said it may taste bad, but it works. Luckily, for me, my throat issues were behind me. Sure, I barely had a voice, but the soreness was gone. It was a stuffy head and I don’t sleep well at the best of times.
She is taking care of me, however she can.
I’m thankful my cold cleared up like it did, when it did, and I hope it stays away for a few weeks at least.
I have an appointment next week to get a new artificial eye made. It requires an entire day of fitting and resizing and taking my current artificial eye in and out, in and out. Not my favourite thing.
With a cold, tearing up constantly, it wouldn’t make the experience any easier.
I’m thankful for my sister’s help with time card/invoice spread sheets/graphs.
To request payment for the contract work I am doing, writing an introduction for a paper on braille, I must fill out a chart thing.
My computer’s voiceover program does read graphs, but I tend to try too hard to visualize them and have to work with what I hear.
I am practicing with my braille display to get a better idea, but just hearing numbers and columns is confusing.
My sister deals with these things, all the time, for her tax business work. She helps me get paid and I am grateful.
I’m thankful my niece is still small enough to fall asleep on my shoulder.
My sister was at the store and my niece had worn herself out, crawling round and around my house, going for mops, crawling behind the couch, and getting into trouble of all kinds.
Eventually though, she started to whimper, for her mother I’d imagined. I picked her up and paced with her in my arms, listening to music and singing gently. Soon she was asleep on my shoulder.
I tried to sit down gently in the chair, trying hard not to wake her, and the position I ended up in was not so good for my neck.
I tried to shift, but she was in a position in my lap and I didn’t want to disturb her. It was totally worth it.
I used to do this with my niece and nephews in the past few years. This may be my last chance, for a long while, to hold a sleeping baby. That saddened me and I held her all the closer for it.
I am thankful for what Britain did to fight off Hitler in World War II.
I went to see The Darkest Hour and I was moved, in many different ways. Churchill’s oratory skill was brilliant and his determination to protect England was challenged at every step, until he was honest and got feedback from the British people. He had little help from the United States at that time, May of 1940. Still, he was honest about the fact that they were on their own and there was no option but to fight to the end.
My feelings on peace vs war, it’s complicated, but I try to understand how things were/are, when making a judgment call on what should/must be done.
If Hitler had conquered the island nation of Great Britain, he could have and likely would’ve moved on to England’s child of sorts, Canada.
I’m thankful it’s February.
I am fickle with my feelings on turning thirty-four on Saturday. It depends on the day or the moment I think about it.
Still, January wasn’t the best of months. Though February also means my niece’s first birthday and her growing up, I am still looking forward to celebrate. The cake my sister has ordered from my cousin, the cake maker, sounds pretty cool.
Hello February. You’ve arrived, Finally!