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Aug. 25th, 2020 10:49 pmThe day started rather oddly when I went to my therapy appointment, and, after chatting for a few minutes, Madame clutched her tummy and confessed that she wasn't feeling well, and had not been for the last couple of days. She requested that we adjourn till next week. So I came home. When I got to the exterior door, I had a reeeaaally hard time not turning back and barging into her office again to tell her that this could be a symptom of covid-19 and she should call her doctor right away. "She's an adult," I told myself firmly. "She'll figure it out!" Not sure if the fact that I didn't do it is a sign of my success with therapy, or if the fact that I thought seriously about how I need to take care of my therapist is a sign that years of therapy are a complete FAIL . . . . Or maybe I'm just a compassionate human being who has known a lot of stubborn old ladies . . . Sigh. I think she should know better than to go to the office when sick, these days.
I cleaned the bathroom instead--always therapeutic. The weather was very odd today--fitfully overcast and foreboding of storm, but no storm ever arrived. I think, like yesterday, it went around us. We sang a couple of choruses of "Saskatchewan," which goes, in part, "We sit and gaze across the plains/And wonder why it never rains/Till Gabriel blows his trumpet sound/To say the rain, she's gone around." Then it did start raining in my neighbor's back yard, but not in mine, and I watched as the rain slowly moved over to our yard for just long enough to wet things down. And then stopped. Supposedly the smoke plume from California will get here in a couple of days, and we'll have smoke-flavored rain. Till then it will be hot.
I made some progress toward staying away from screens, my new objective. I read a couple of chapters of a book, but relapsed a bit because the news is so disturbing and I keep looking for signs that something is getting better. I should just keep my nose in that book. Our next-door neighbor stopped by with her youngest daughter and left a little bag of vegetables on our doorstep: green beans and a half dozen fleshy red roma tomatoes. Lovely! I cleaned strawberries and cut up peaches, cut up the second chicken and made chicken salad with pecans, apples, and grapes, and boiled bones for broth. We had chicken salad, cold green beans with walnut oil and balsamic vinegar, and hot biscuits for dinner. I'll make some soup for later.
I cleaned the bathroom instead--always therapeutic. The weather was very odd today--fitfully overcast and foreboding of storm, but no storm ever arrived. I think, like yesterday, it went around us. We sang a couple of choruses of "Saskatchewan," which goes, in part, "We sit and gaze across the plains/And wonder why it never rains/Till Gabriel blows his trumpet sound/To say the rain, she's gone around." Then it did start raining in my neighbor's back yard, but not in mine, and I watched as the rain slowly moved over to our yard for just long enough to wet things down. And then stopped. Supposedly the smoke plume from California will get here in a couple of days, and we'll have smoke-flavored rain. Till then it will be hot.
I made some progress toward staying away from screens, my new objective. I read a couple of chapters of a book, but relapsed a bit because the news is so disturbing and I keep looking for signs that something is getting better. I should just keep my nose in that book. Our next-door neighbor stopped by with her youngest daughter and left a little bag of vegetables on our doorstep: green beans and a half dozen fleshy red roma tomatoes. Lovely! I cleaned strawberries and cut up peaches, cut up the second chicken and made chicken salad with pecans, apples, and grapes, and boiled bones for broth. We had chicken salad, cold green beans with walnut oil and balsamic vinegar, and hot biscuits for dinner. I'll make some soup for later.
