I'm up at the church for a few weeks with Brio, doing a little work and a lot of reading and writing. I was planning on only staying a week, but it turns out I'll be here the entire month. I keep the place fairly stocked up on canned goods, so I figured I'd survive a longer stay, if I didn't mind a full month without fresh vegetables.
Then Brio woke up with a sore back yesterday, walking all hunched over like a scared cat, his legs stiff as if his joints hurt. He wasn't whining, but I could see he was in distress and couldn't find a comfortable way to lie down. He has hurt his back in the past, due in general to age and over-exertion, but this time it looked pretty bad. I don't have a car when I'm here, but a friend came to the rescue and drove me into town to the vet, and also took me grocery shopping and to the hardware store while we were at it. We're home again, with pain killers and enough food to last us a while, so all will be well. So grateful for the kindness of neighbours!
You know, I've always fantasized about living on a remote homestead in splendid isolation, but the older I get, the more I see the value in community. Certainly needed to rely on it this week.
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