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Sep. 1st, 2020 09:58 pmI fell off the blog horse due to not feeling good and having a couple of those headaches that make you want to lie down in a semi-darkened room without any noises. It's been a sad week because a mutual friend of Deb's and mine from the old days is very ill and in hospice. Deb knows her much better than I do, and is one of the few people allowed to visit, and she has been doing so like a trooper, while I can only support at a distance.
Yesterday, I started to feel better, and it was a good thing because the Sparrowhawk's brother Fritz called in the morning and said he'd like to stop by. We spent a couple of hours in the morning buzzing around the house tidying up and preparing some lunch. The Sparrowhawk roasted some bratwurst and sauerkraut, a favorite with Fritz, and I made the leek and potato soup I'd been planning before I went off my feed. It was nice to see Fritz. This was his last hurrah before he has to start teaching in person this week. I suppose he won't be doing much visiting for awhile after that, until they see just how bad the contagion is going to be. Hopefully everything will be fine at his school, but one has doubts. We both felt very tired after doing a rather pathetic amount of housework. It's so disconcerting. Every night I say to myself that tomorrow I will be marvelously more energetic--no doubt about it.
We had a couple of nights of thunder and rain in there, and this evening it rained again. This is great, because I don't have to drag the hose all around the yard. My beans are twining diligently up the support I provided, and popping out with delicate lavender and white flowers. If it just stays warm and sunny a little longer, I may get some more beans. I worked some more on organizing the letters and papers that need to go back into the garret, but are currently spread out all over my office. I keep coming across new piles of random material. It's in the "making it worse before it gets better" stage right now. Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Perhaps I'm just creating a well-organized stack of materials so my kids will find it easy to create a nice bonfire when I'm gone.
Yesterday, I started to feel better, and it was a good thing because the Sparrowhawk's brother Fritz called in the morning and said he'd like to stop by. We spent a couple of hours in the morning buzzing around the house tidying up and preparing some lunch. The Sparrowhawk roasted some bratwurst and sauerkraut, a favorite with Fritz, and I made the leek and potato soup I'd been planning before I went off my feed. It was nice to see Fritz. This was his last hurrah before he has to start teaching in person this week. I suppose he won't be doing much visiting for awhile after that, until they see just how bad the contagion is going to be. Hopefully everything will be fine at his school, but one has doubts. We both felt very tired after doing a rather pathetic amount of housework. It's so disconcerting. Every night I say to myself that tomorrow I will be marvelously more energetic--no doubt about it.
We had a couple of nights of thunder and rain in there, and this evening it rained again. This is great, because I don't have to drag the hose all around the yard. My beans are twining diligently up the support I provided, and popping out with delicate lavender and white flowers. If it just stays warm and sunny a little longer, I may get some more beans. I worked some more on organizing the letters and papers that need to go back into the garret, but are currently spread out all over my office. I keep coming across new piles of random material. It's in the "making it worse before it gets better" stage right now. Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Perhaps I'm just creating a well-organized stack of materials so my kids will find it easy to create a nice bonfire when I'm gone.
