Letter #43 To My Benefactor
Guess what? I finally went for another hike. Maui, this time.
It took Ken and me about two hours to get to the top in the burning hot sun. In case you want the details, the Waihee Ridge Trail is 2.1 miles up with a 1563-foot elevation gain. In other words, it was freaking hard. For me, anyway. Ken barely broke a sweat. I huffed and puffed like an old granny.
Five minutes after we made it to the summit, the clouds rolled in. One minute back down the trail, it started pouring. And we started sliding. I thought I was going to die.
Fast forward two days. We celebrated Thanksgiving with a quick turkey sandwich at the airport, waiting to board our plane home.
That’s when the fun began. First, our freezer broke. As I related on Facebook, “Reality check: came home from Maui to a broken freezer. On our way to town on a Black Friday to go shopping. Shoot. Me. Now.” We bought a freezer, had it delivered, and spent all day throwing away hundreds and hundreds of dollars’ worth of meat and trying to save any fruit that was still partially frozen.
Today, the fun continued. Both dogs had explosive diarrhea all over our laundry room. Must have been the thawed cherries they dug out of the compost pile.
So, in addition to the complaining I did on Facebook, I now felt like swearing my head off and complaining some more.
Instead, this is what I know:
1. I just got to go to Maui for 12 days.
2. I hiked the Waihee Ridge Trail and I did not fall and break my neck in the mud on the way down or fall off the cliff.
3. I have not had a reoccurrence of cancer like I thought I would.
4. I have a new freezer because I had the money to pay for it.
5. I have a house over my head, a warm bed to sleep in every night, and cupboards full of food. Not everyone is so fortunate.
6. I have lots of friends who care about me.
7. I have a family who loves me.
8. I have a benefactor who, several years ago, paid for my hiking boots.
In other words, I am content.
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