RedBelliedNewt of Leave
Sep. 21st, 2020 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI haven't been sleeping well, and as a result, by evening I found myself so tired and sleepy that I didn't have the energy to post anything. I dreamed about my parents a couple of times. [Trigger warming for parental death.] In one dream, I was parked near the university where my father used to teach. I thought "It's a quarter to twelve [which it was in the dream], just about lunch time. Maybe I'll just drop by and say hello to my mother. It will be a nice surprise for her." Then I thought, "Oh wait, she's not there right now. . . . And she never will be again. Because she's dead." Then I wondered if my father would like a visit. He doesn't like surprises as much, but perhaps he'd be glad to have company. And then I realized he was dead too, and had been for a long time. They're both gone, there's nobody home any more, why am I even in this town . . . I woke up and felt sad. It has been a long time. I should be used to it by now. As with so many things, my mind knows it, but my heart keeps telling me it can't be so.
Oh well anyway . . . last night I was so sleepy that we went to bed before 10 o'clock, and with a certain amount of hard work, ignoring various aches and pains, I managed to sleep for nine hours! This was a great improvement. I enjoyed my time out in the back yard greatly. The tall untidy plants that I didn't pull up turned out to be Michaelmas daisies--really a type of aster. Now they're blooming in plumes of tiny composite flowers of palest lavender, so pale it's almost white, with golden crowns of pollen at the center. The bees are very busy there, probably because most other flowers are done blooming now. I'm so glad I didn't weed them out. I'm not being an untidy gardener! I'm just feeding the pollinators. A chipmunk was skirmishing around, obviously hoping for crumbs, so I put some peanuts and a few bits of oatmeal walnut cookie on a big rock. He found them and was SO EXCITED. He had carried them off in just a few minutes. The neighbors came out in their back yard, and Irish, the contractor dad, said he'd have time to fix our screen porch in a couple of weeks. Their dog Dakota always barks her head off at us when we're outside. She thinks we're something terrible and dangerous that should be driven away. I was telling Irish and the kids about how I sang "There Was A Farmer Had A Dog And Bingo Was His Name-O" to her, when she was out yesterday. She was greatly perplexed by me, and stopped barking to cock her head quizzically. Then she'd bark some more. Then I'd sing some more. And so it went until she got bored and went about her business. I think she may get used to us pretty soon--those large wacky animals on the other side of the fence.
Tonight I made beef stroganoff with hot biscuits instead of noodles, sweet corn, and beans from the garden. It was a pretty good dinner for the last day of summer.
Oh well anyway . . . last night I was so sleepy that we went to bed before 10 o'clock, and with a certain amount of hard work, ignoring various aches and pains, I managed to sleep for nine hours! This was a great improvement. I enjoyed my time out in the back yard greatly. The tall untidy plants that I didn't pull up turned out to be Michaelmas daisies--really a type of aster. Now they're blooming in plumes of tiny composite flowers of palest lavender, so pale it's almost white, with golden crowns of pollen at the center. The bees are very busy there, probably because most other flowers are done blooming now. I'm so glad I didn't weed them out. I'm not being an untidy gardener! I'm just feeding the pollinators. A chipmunk was skirmishing around, obviously hoping for crumbs, so I put some peanuts and a few bits of oatmeal walnut cookie on a big rock. He found them and was SO EXCITED. He had carried them off in just a few minutes. The neighbors came out in their back yard, and Irish, the contractor dad, said he'd have time to fix our screen porch in a couple of weeks. Their dog Dakota always barks her head off at us when we're outside. She thinks we're something terrible and dangerous that should be driven away. I was telling Irish and the kids about how I sang "There Was A Farmer Had A Dog And Bingo Was His Name-O" to her, when she was out yesterday. She was greatly perplexed by me, and stopped barking to cock her head quizzically. Then she'd bark some more. Then I'd sing some more. And so it went until she got bored and went about her business. I think she may get used to us pretty soon--those large wacky animals on the other side of the fence.
Tonight I made beef stroganoff with hot biscuits instead of noodles, sweet corn, and beans from the garden. It was a pretty good dinner for the last day of summer.
