Scotstown upon Salmon

Scotstown upon Salmon
Originally uploaded by Moine Boudeur.

Some days I must admit I make my life a bit hard. Yet considering my options for the time being, I guess I can live with the situation for another while. Not having to work full time to make ends meet is in itself a luxury these days. It was my wish after all to have as much time for myself as feasible, for I don't built-up energy from nothing and as other people if I had to work 40 hours a week I would probably crashed in the sofa and watch TV, though it's only in my wildest nigthmares I would do that. There are still enough options out there not to end up a coach potatoe.

This morning I finished up painting at the garage and after dinner started the house. In between I saw Maude who really wish I come to put down walls and so many more things in her new house. I am not too enthusiastic about going to work in N D des Bois. I left that village last summer and went back too often since for work or for this or that. And I am not too sure I wish to undertake a whole house renovation. It will never end. Especially since I have to redo my own little place in the bush before winter hits us on the chin like last fall.

I want to read... I want to write. Incidentally, I took out quite many books out of the library about a month ago and end up having time to only read one. Mind you, the one I am reading gives me much pleasure. It's a novel by Tom Robbins, recommended by someone on Flickr^™: Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas. I must say I am delighted.

Oh! It's the eleven of that month today. Hmmm... I guess I am interested only by some aspects of that date. I think it would be interesting to know what people were doing that day, because most people remember exactly what they were doing. It's one of the rarest day when most people remember what they were doing precisely. It could be a sort of documentary except that there has to be some good script to hold it together, though I would not want to hear a word about WTC. (I don't even want to hear, read, see the infamous 3 digits. It makes me sick.) There would have to be some converging moment. I don't know. Something like "that day, people did their usual stuff and yet they didn't." And that could also be the title: That Day.

The old couple I work for seems happy to see me do the paint job as well as some other chores. They're great. He insisted on me taking a break and having a yogurt and two homemade blueberry muffins. He gave a little box of blueberries and yogurt to bring home. We get along well. It's rare I don't get along with people, except those with whom I don't get along with!!! I am a no nonsense guy. And I don't shut up and endure. I like discussing what and I am doing with the people I am working for. Usually we agree on things because I am really not asking for much. I am low-key. I do the job efficiently. Once I am pretty sure I know what's asked, they can go to Florida if they wish so and be sure it's gonna be done as they wish without worrying about it or theft, damage or anything.
That is why I guess I am not going back in the so-called labour market. Been there, done that. I've been through quite a bit of insanities. It is now beyond my scope or perhaps below.