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BlackPearl of Leave
Nov. 3rd, 2018 09:33 pmTrying to talk to my mother is really getting me down lately. She managed to answer the phone tonight, but couldn't understand a word I said. She was telling me about things she didn't like. I said "That's not good," and she thought I said "Oh good God" and asked me if I was cursing. She sounded tired and spaced out. I'll be seeing her on Wednesday, to take her to the dermatologist. Honestly, I don't see much point in it. She hardly ever spends time in the sun any more. The chances of her having a skin cancer are slim to none, I would think. It's true she had one many years ago, but nothing since. And in any case, she's ninety-two and doesn't give a damn. But my siblings are anxious for her to have all the best care, so I will accommodate them.
We spent a couple of hours working outside today. The Sparrowhawk raked and mowed the back yard. I did some garden cleanup so he could use my little fenced beds to pile leaves in. Hopefully they'll compost down a bit by spring and add to the soil mix. Then I got the big shovel and dug up more of the border area so I could plant another 75 tulip bulbs. I ordered them when they went on sale, and they finally came in the mail. That makes about 150 bulbs I planted this year. I hope a few of them will come up in the spring . . . . In the process I discovered how hard it is to dig up mint plants. They have some tough root knots, yo. I was so beat after the digging that I basically dragged myself into the house to get a drink of water. After all the raking we'd done, we just laughed when the wind started to blow and the yellow leaves snowed down and covered the green grass again.
Later, I was sitting in the living room looking out the bay window and adding a few mostly redundant words to my current WIP. I ended up just sitting there until the sun set--which isn't that late these days! I couldn't stop watching the changing light as it lingered in the tattered gold still clinging to the trees. Each day is precious as the year draws closer to the dark. Each one is different and will never be seen again, so I feel as if I need to drink it in. I hope next year will be a little better. This one wasn't easy.
We spent a couple of hours working outside today. The Sparrowhawk raked and mowed the back yard. I did some garden cleanup so he could use my little fenced beds to pile leaves in. Hopefully they'll compost down a bit by spring and add to the soil mix. Then I got the big shovel and dug up more of the border area so I could plant another 75 tulip bulbs. I ordered them when they went on sale, and they finally came in the mail. That makes about 150 bulbs I planted this year. I hope a few of them will come up in the spring . . . . In the process I discovered how hard it is to dig up mint plants. They have some tough root knots, yo. I was so beat after the digging that I basically dragged myself into the house to get a drink of water. After all the raking we'd done, we just laughed when the wind started to blow and the yellow leaves snowed down and covered the green grass again.
Later, I was sitting in the living room looking out the bay window and adding a few mostly redundant words to my current WIP. I ended up just sitting there until the sun set--which isn't that late these days! I couldn't stop watching the changing light as it lingered in the tattered gold still clinging to the trees. Each day is precious as the year draws closer to the dark. Each one is different and will never be seen again, so I feel as if I need to drink it in. I hope next year will be a little better. This one wasn't easy.
