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YellowTansy of Bloom
May. 23rd, 2019 08:34 pmI'm having an upsurge of extreme anxiety. Last night I dreamed we went back to Philadelphia to visit old friends--nobody from here, sadly--and I found myself on the SEPTA in my underwear. I was supposed to be going to the beach, but ended up downtown somewhere, and without a phone or money, obviously, since even I don't have pockets in my undies. I woke up at 4, and then there was a thunderstorm. And by the time it was done thundering, the internal thunderstorm had taken over. Eventually it drove me out of bed until the sun was up. Then I tried hard to go back to sleep for awhile, with limited success. So I was just MAD because after the rain, it was a beautiful day, but I wasn't equipped to enjoy it as I would have liked.
The Sparrowhawk mowed the back yard so it won't get completely out of control while we're gone. I got my five tomato plants safely stowed in pots, and the two squashes in the raised bed, and the basil and cilantro in the herb bed. The sage plant came back from last year so beautifully! It has new green leaves all over what I thought were dead sticks. I think my roses might make it, too. They looked awfully dead, but now a few new leaves are showing. We came back outside after supper and did some more weeding. But we had to leave several things I would have liked to do undone until we come back. Too tired. I also ironed four shirts, even though the two linen ones have long sleeves and will be too hot for this weekend, I think.
Queenie is visiting my mother. The Duchess and Mr. Science have gone so far as to email that they're glad she's there, but have made no effort to see her. Sigh. We're going tomorrow, and I look forward to visiting with her and her Former Naval Person daughter, who will meet them there tomorrow as well. But as I said, something about this whole thing is reawakening my sickening, pit of the stomach anxiety. Queenie met Her Nursity the Hospice nurse, and said she is kind and a good nurse. Queenie thinks Mother is getting excellent care. This is a big relief to hear. However, Mr. Science and the Duchess continue to hate the nurse and to regard all of the care Mother is getting as substandard. The constant dissension and paranoia does nothing to help the state of my stomach.
The Sparrowhawk mowed the back yard so it won't get completely out of control while we're gone. I got my five tomato plants safely stowed in pots, and the two squashes in the raised bed, and the basil and cilantro in the herb bed. The sage plant came back from last year so beautifully! It has new green leaves all over what I thought were dead sticks. I think my roses might make it, too. They looked awfully dead, but now a few new leaves are showing. We came back outside after supper and did some more weeding. But we had to leave several things I would have liked to do undone until we come back. Too tired. I also ironed four shirts, even though the two linen ones have long sleeves and will be too hot for this weekend, I think.
Queenie is visiting my mother. The Duchess and Mr. Science have gone so far as to email that they're glad she's there, but have made no effort to see her. Sigh. We're going tomorrow, and I look forward to visiting with her and her Former Naval Person daughter, who will meet them there tomorrow as well. But as I said, something about this whole thing is reawakening my sickening, pit of the stomach anxiety. Queenie met Her Nursity the Hospice nurse, and said she is kind and a good nurse. Queenie thinks Mother is getting excellent care. This is a big relief to hear. However, Mr. Science and the Duchess continue to hate the nurse and to regard all of the care Mother is getting as substandard. The constant dissension and paranoia does nothing to help the state of my stomach.
