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PrairieDog of Simmer
Jul. 25th, 2019 10:02 pmI had a very annoying night. It was just so much work to go to sleep, stay asleep, or go back to sleep again. This morning, I wanted to get something done for a change. I went for a walk. The upper branches of the willow tree have been trimmed and stacked, but the huge triple trunk is still lying on the ground. It's a challenge that will require heavy machinery, I think. There are lots of Monarch butterflies dipping in and out of the flowers.
When I got home, the Sparrowhawk had just finished mowing the back yard. It was a daring risk, to see if his knee is good to go again. So far it seems all right. I disassembled the remains of a cold chicken and made chicken salad while he took a shower. I cleaned the glass table in our sitting area at the top of the yard, and served us a picnic lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and chips in the shade up there. Sitting outside makes me feel like doing nothing. It's hypnotic--the chirping of the birds, the gentle shooshing of the wind in the leaves, sunlight and shade playing over the grass. It puts me in a pleasant trance. But I pulled myself out of it and finally weeded my garden and pulled up some GIANT lettuce plants that had bolted. It's really interesting to see what a meek little lettuce plant will turn into if you let it go its own way! I also picked some green beans that had been hiding under all the leafage.
I took a shower, and then spent my "writing" time writing five handwritten notes to various people who should be told that Mother died. It took a long time. And there are still quite a few people who should get a note, so I don't really have a sense of completion. However, I do like it when there's a stack of envelopes ready to be mailed. I'm so retro. I really enjoy snail mail, addressing and stamping and all. After this I was depleted and dejected. It's not easy to write "my mother died" over and over, but in a graceful way that is not too abrupt and shows consideration for the recipient. It made me seriously want a drink. It's just so annoying that I can't move faster. Even when I'm trying, this is all I can get done!
When I got home, the Sparrowhawk had just finished mowing the back yard. It was a daring risk, to see if his knee is good to go again. So far it seems all right. I disassembled the remains of a cold chicken and made chicken salad while he took a shower. I cleaned the glass table in our sitting area at the top of the yard, and served us a picnic lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and chips in the shade up there. Sitting outside makes me feel like doing nothing. It's hypnotic--the chirping of the birds, the gentle shooshing of the wind in the leaves, sunlight and shade playing over the grass. It puts me in a pleasant trance. But I pulled myself out of it and finally weeded my garden and pulled up some GIANT lettuce plants that had bolted. It's really interesting to see what a meek little lettuce plant will turn into if you let it go its own way! I also picked some green beans that had been hiding under all the leafage.
I took a shower, and then spent my "writing" time writing five handwritten notes to various people who should be told that Mother died. It took a long time. And there are still quite a few people who should get a note, so I don't really have a sense of completion. However, I do like it when there's a stack of envelopes ready to be mailed. I'm so retro. I really enjoy snail mail, addressing and stamping and all. After this I was depleted and dejected. It's not easy to write "my mother died" over and over, but in a graceful way that is not too abrupt and shows consideration for the recipient. It made me seriously want a drink. It's just so annoying that I can't move faster. Even when I'm trying, this is all I can get done!
