Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband drove up last night and today the stove for the cabin was actually delivered. Third time is the charm I guess. I didn't even want a new stove but the old one broke, and really, we need a stove up there. I feel relieved that we can check that off our list. Without a stove none of our kids would have come up and neither would we. Especially now, when all any of us does is eat. The highlight of every day, and the pounds to prove it. Yes, it's nice to walk, but I'm so sick of my neighborhood I could cry. Yes, it's good talking to friends so we can grumble about our solitude and try to avoid talking politics. It's not that we don't agree about the latter, but it's just too depressing. We try to recommend books to each other but without any enthusiasm, as we're all sick of reading, watching movies, cleaning and organizing and packing up stuff for Goodwill, who doesn't even want it at this point. A stove is not something to celebrate, but it's all I've got to offer.