By the time I finally went to bed last night I pretty much felt like the Grinch who stole Canada Day. My health challenge has carried on much longer than I ever thought it would, knowing what we know and doing what we are doing, and I had become “tired” in more ways than one. The 40+ degree C. humidex readings have gradually increased the temperature in our non-airconditioned house over the last few days, especially since the always blowing winds in our area have ceased to do what they always do.
I was excited about what I planned to share with those who would come out to our Canada Day Church Service, but I heard from a growing number of people who were not going to be present for a variety of reasons and were simply going to, as my mentor Joel Bauer says, “Miss everything that matters and is life changing.” My daughter spent much of the day seeking to determine why her computer refuses to hold an internet connection when seeking to live stream anything. Last Saturday she spent the day on the same process and doing flawless test runs. Sunday morning it would not hold a connection for live streaming. Today the live streaming software would just close itself out for no understandable reason. Finally the decision came down, no live streaming tomorrow.
By the time eight-thirty p.m. rolled around, I decided to put me, myself and I to bed, so we could have a pity party. There was no wind, the room was warm and then it got dark outside. Our neighbours decided this was Canada Day weekend, why wait for Canada Day to set off their fireworks. Our dog Diamond does not do well when fireworks are around. So much for sleep. I am not much of a fireworks fan to begin with. Why do people burn their money they say they don’t have, to make some noise? With the warm temperatures the fire flies are providing an incredible light display without the noise.
Having got up, I spent some time working on the process of creating some source energy medicine water, looking for some cooling breeze, chasing the local racoon off the front deck, chasing the local racoon off the bird feeders on the back deck, and seeking to calm the dog down so we could eventually go to bed and get some restless sleep.
I feel like much less of a Grinch in light of a new day, knowing that this day will unfold as it is supposed to, “as I look for the gold” and trust God to work things out. Happy Canada Day.