I am tempted to use this entry to RAIL against the loathsomeness of frost heaves ( I think they should be abolished)...and to WAIL about how all the girls at the Shelter are evil, gritchy twits right now...but as I am still trying to keep my New Year's Resolution to be less negative...and conversely, more positive...I will nip my railings and wailings in the bud.
Yes, I will talk about the bright spots in my day. The first one was in response to a fax that I had to send to my old alma mater Calvary Christian School about a resident who, it turns out, had attended their venerable institution for a shocking total of two days... I got a phone call with this information from Kim, a very dear friend of mine who works in the office there, with whom I had lost touch...and it was such a joy to talk to her again and exchange email addresses.
And then there was the happy occasion of SILAS- alias, contender for the title of Cutest Baby Ever- ( son of Matt- my supervisor- and Jody, his wife) coming to visit us and brightening our day considerably. Silas is a charmer; when you scowl at him, he mirrors your face back to you in the most hilarious way, but then he'll burst into smiles.
And then another bright spot: Marci- who cooks at the Shelter. Her story of certain dying piglets, whose demise she had apparently witnessed, plus her imitation of their final sounds and last movements, plus her own hysterical laughter, was hugely entertaining. It involved hurling herself into the air - sideways- and making short, strange, wild squealing noises. A true kindred spirit, a woman after my own heart.
Oh, look- the sheep are out in our backyard. Spring can't be too far away. So, you see, it wasn't THAT bad of a day...