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Locust of Bliss
Oct. 1st, 2019 10:43 pmI thought today might be one more summery day like yesterday, before the cold front arrived. Instead, it was a grumbling, glowering, gloomy, lowering kind of day that shilly-shallied endlessly over the question of whether it was going to rain or not, until thunder started growling in the west, and then it rained so hard the onslaught roared against the roof. The humidity is still 96%. In between showers, I picked one more nice panful of green beans off my Tendergreen Improved vines. The packet promised "meaty pods," and this was not false advertising. The leaves are still dark and vigorous. I put away the laundry. Then I sat down for awhile and was grumpy because things are still hard.
In the evening, I noticed myself going on a rant for maybe the third time. I don't like it when I'm so irascible, even though heaven knows there is quite a lot to be irascible about. I decided I needed to stop sitting around being grumpy and take myself out for a walk, and the Sparrowhawk was kind enough to go with me. We were between rains again, just before sunset. The clouds in the west were lemon yellow. The voice of the creek was loud and boisterous. Jays screamed at us from the thinning leaves of the black walnut trees. Acorns and hickory nuts crunched underfoot. It must be squirrel heaven around here right now. It was very good for me to be outside, but it was just so hard to keep walking. I was tired and had to sit down on a handy bench for awhile.
I really hate this and want it to go away. I thought I was getting better--and I am--but last night I had a sudden inexplicable return of nausea and pain. It wasn't as bad as before. I took the Zofran and some Mylanta and got it down to a dull roar so I could sleep, but it was so disconcerting. The Sparrowhawk bought me some kombucha, and I will try a smackerel of it tomorrow. If it doesn't absolutely kill my tummy, it might help with the probiotics. I don't know. Madame the therapist is always bugging me with her wondrous miracle cures. She says HER hiatal hernia went away when she went on a raw food diet. As my friend Bear used to say, with a mournful shake of his head, "Mm hmm HMM."
Queenie sent me flowers! They are gorgeous, perfect intense autumn colors. And it was so sweet of her. Just when I really needed a little cheer.
In the evening, I noticed myself going on a rant for maybe the third time. I don't like it when I'm so irascible, even though heaven knows there is quite a lot to be irascible about. I decided I needed to stop sitting around being grumpy and take myself out for a walk, and the Sparrowhawk was kind enough to go with me. We were between rains again, just before sunset. The clouds in the west were lemon yellow. The voice of the creek was loud and boisterous. Jays screamed at us from the thinning leaves of the black walnut trees. Acorns and hickory nuts crunched underfoot. It must be squirrel heaven around here right now. It was very good for me to be outside, but it was just so hard to keep walking. I was tired and had to sit down on a handy bench for awhile.
I really hate this and want it to go away. I thought I was getting better--and I am--but last night I had a sudden inexplicable return of nausea and pain. It wasn't as bad as before. I took the Zofran and some Mylanta and got it down to a dull roar so I could sleep, but it was so disconcerting. The Sparrowhawk bought me some kombucha, and I will try a smackerel of it tomorrow. If it doesn't absolutely kill my tummy, it might help with the probiotics. I don't know. Madame the therapist is always bugging me with her wondrous miracle cures. She says HER hiatal hernia went away when she went on a raw food diet. As my friend Bear used to say, with a mournful shake of his head, "Mm hmm HMM."
Queenie sent me flowers! They are gorgeous, perfect intense autumn colors. And it was so sweet of her. Just when I really needed a little cheer.
