More small positives today:

The car is still behaving itself. After something like that gives me trouble, it takes a while for my anxiety to lessen and I can take it for granted that it will continue to work as expected.

Along the same lines, my bike tires were still solid after pumping them up yesterday. And the rain finally stopped allowing me to park on the edge of town and cycle the rest of the way for the first time in a couple of weeks. It was good to get the heart rate up a bit.

We had an online Branch party last week, and this afternoon the admin IM'd me to say I'd won a couple of prizes - a $$ value to be taken as gift certificates to the local business of my choice. This was unexpected and a pleasant surprise. 

Back to the "taking for granted" theme, we are raising funds to make up gift baskets for a local charity so I donated my winnings there. We have a roof over our heads and food on the table ... things a lot of people can't take for granted.

The little things

The news has been so depressing this year (COVID, COVID denial, and don't even start on the US election fiasco ... more people voted for the other guy! Get over it!) that it's easy to overlook the little things in day-to-day life that shed a more positive light.

I realized I should try to build up some immunity to the negativity by paying more attention to the positives. And I remembered that I started this blog nine years ago for that very reason.

So, yesterday ...

My car started. Not a big deal? Well, it's been giving trouble recently, flat battery one day, boosted it, seemed ok, but flat again the next day. Got it replaced but worried that there might be an electrical fault draining it. So it was a relief when it actually started fine at last.

On top of that, the clock/radio that had stopped working a couple of weeks ago (hence the worry about an electrical fault) is suddenly working again.

Amazon seems to have fixed the problem they were having with shipping to Canada, so a book I was trying to order is finally ordered.

Cheerful staff at the grocery store.

Getting my mind back in gear on my next writing project.

Spring mornings

My daughter is getting a couple of weeks' work experience for her culinary arts program at school. She's working at a little farm market/cafe a few kilometers away, and I've been driving her there for her early morning start.

On my way home this morning it struck me what a beautiful time of day this is right now. After such a dismal winter, the sun has made its appearance this week and I'm driving on quiet roads through lush green. At times like this I'm reminded why our move here 13 years ago was such a good decision.

The right to vote

I've lived all my life in a western democracy, and yet I've never before been eligible to vote in anything more than what amounts to local elections. Until a few years ago I lived in the island of Guernsey, a self-governing Crown dependency. Sure, we elected out own government, but with a population of 60,000 it was hardly a player on the world stage. And although many aspects of our lives were under the influence of Britain, we had no representation in Westminster.

Now, a Canadian citizen, I am able to vote for representation in a much larger community.

I just did so for the first time today, in the BC Provincial election.

It felt good.

The right to vote is important. Shame so many people don't appreciate it enough to make use of it.

Maintaining our infrastructure

I know money is tight in all walks of life, but I'm heartened to see it's not all gloom and doom and decay in our neighborhood.

As I cycled home from work this evening, I met a sign advising that the trail ahead was closed off. With some trepidation, I ventured onto the adjacent (and busy) highway for two kilometers to the next intersection. Along the way, I looked over the edge of the road to see what they were doing. Nice new cycle path under construction, looks like double the width of the old one.

I am thankful for little signs like this that, despite the squeeze we are working under, there is still time for enhancing the amenities around us.

Seasons

Much as I enjoy long lazy days in the sun, lounging on the deck with a book and a beer, I would not wish to live in perpetual summer.

As I walked the dog around the neighborhood today, I was reminded that right now we are in the season of change, of rebirth. Cherry blossoms briefly graced our streets this month, such fleeting beauty. The lawns need mowing. Trees are in leaf. Green things are growing, some welcome, some not.

Everywhere, people are starting to tend gardens and embark on the year's chosen landscaping project.

What is life without contrasts? Who can truly appreciate the burst of spring without the contrasting thirst of summer, or the kiss of the sun without first knowing the bite of frost?

Thanks goodness for seasons.

The neighborhood grapevine

I came home from work this evening to some welcome news after an anxious few days.

One of our newer cats, who has only recently gained his freedom to roam outdoors as well as in, decided to go walkabout on Friday. This was a sudden departure from his behavior up to that point, because for the previous weeks he'd always been close to home and came running when we called.

No longer.

Saturday, no sign.

Getting worried.

Scoured the neighborhood and put up posters on post boxes and hydro poles.

Sunday, no sign.

Monday, still nothing, but someone phoned from up the road saying they thought they'd seen him. We went up and called for him. Nothing.

Today, though, someone else from near there called to say she had a stray cat who'd been popping in and out of her house since Friday. She was about to put up flyers of her own to track down the owners when she saw ours.

He is now safely back.

Thank goodness for the neighborhood grapevine.