Tuesday, January 15, 2013
That’s how mystery novels used to begin and they rarely ended well. Fortunately, nothing dire occurred, only very disappointing. After a day of healthy eating and excellent workout, including navigating several potential hazards, I ate 1200 calories of junk, the equivalent of my total consumption all day long.
The day began with a grey sunrise, not at all typical for our lake. It was foggy and gloomy with a steady rain. OK, she thought positively, we need the rain. The lake level is low.
The house felt cold. Her husband announced that there was something wrong with the heat pump. The compressor was dead. OK, she thought positively, it should still be under warranty. I have the paperwork. I’ll go to the gym and call from there
At the gym all treadmills were occupied (very unusual) so the regular pre-class run was scrapped. At least, we had a heating tech coming out after lunch. Aerobics/weights class went well.
Back home the rain had stopped temporarily. She raced out the door to get a few miles in. After a healthy lunch, the technician arrived. The bad news – a whole new system was needed, inside and out, including corroded pipes. Engineer husband agreed with the diagnosis. OK, she thought positively, we’re lucky that we can afford it and it will be more efficient and better for the environment.
After a healthy dinner, it was time for choral rehearsal in a city 30 miles away. An email arrived with the news of the death of one of our singers. Who would be available to sing at the funeral?
After rehearsal the husband and daughter of the deceased arrived to thank us for singing. Our group had meant a lot to his wife. Only 30 people could fit in the choir loft. There are about 100 of us. They would practice the chosen songs at the end of rehearsal.
As one who was unable to attend the service, she hurried to leave. The weather was getting worse. She was stopped suddenly by the sound of “Amazing Grace” a beautiful arrangement and a standard part of the group’s repertoire. From the back of the church she listened. It sounded heavenly. Singing within the group, in the 4th of 5 rows, she never heard the full effect before.
She drove carefully on the way home. It was difficult to see, even with bright lights on and deer are a common road hazard. Thoughts of the day filled her brain.
Once home in a cold house, she bundled up in a heavy robe that she realized belonged to her mother. Jan 31st would be the 2nd anniversary of her mother’s death.
She made some tea and got “something to go with it.” Soon more and more nourishment was needed “to go with it.” 1200 empty calories later, she stopped. The thoughts stopped too. It was finally time to sleep.
If you’ve read this far, thank you, I know this isn’t like my normal blog. I’m feeling better this morning and realize why my lapse occurred. This is a long journey and one bump in the road won’t make much difference.