ZucchiniRind of Bloom
May. 30th, 2023 09:59 pmIt's good that this day is ending, but I'm reluctant to let go of it. Now it will forever be more than four years since I had a mother. The past keeps slipping farther and farther away. And yet, bits of it reappear, as fresh and bright in the mind's eye as if they were only one day out of reach.
The day started off in a rather tragicomic fashion. The Sparrowhawk used our last covid test to test himself. He dripped the solution onto the test strip. It's supposed to sit for 15 minutes. It had barely hit the strip when a fat, dramatic, bright pink line materialized like a magic trick. Oh, yeah, I think you just might have covid there, pal. That was the only funny thing about it, alas. After that he had to cancel his gig at church, and call up our lakeside motel and cancel our reservations. There will be no anniversary trip to the lake tomorrow. I am really sad about this because I've been looking forward to it for months.
He's very congested and tired, but otherwise not too bad. He might get worse tomorrow, and then start to get better, or possibly today was already the hump day, and he'll take a turn for the better tomorrow. It remains to be seen. We had our morning coffee outside. It was lovely out there in the cool of the morning, with the birds singing. Of course, it's a complete wilderness and I don't know when we'll ever get it all mowed and weeded again. There's a whole plantation of a plant called "king devil" blooming, with their yellow faces turned to the sun like militant little sunflowers. They're a relative of the hawkweed, but sunshine yellow instead of orange. I don't know where they got their name! If we'd mowed the lawn like good do-bees, they wouldn't have come up. Sometimes being lazy is its own reward. We have to make the most of our back yard, since we won't be going anywhere else in the near future. The Duke and Duchess have had covid since the 16th, the Duchess said. Poor them! I think they are having it worse than we are.
The day started off in a rather tragicomic fashion. The Sparrowhawk used our last covid test to test himself. He dripped the solution onto the test strip. It's supposed to sit for 15 minutes. It had barely hit the strip when a fat, dramatic, bright pink line materialized like a magic trick. Oh, yeah, I think you just might have covid there, pal. That was the only funny thing about it, alas. After that he had to cancel his gig at church, and call up our lakeside motel and cancel our reservations. There will be no anniversary trip to the lake tomorrow. I am really sad about this because I've been looking forward to it for months.
He's very congested and tired, but otherwise not too bad. He might get worse tomorrow, and then start to get better, or possibly today was already the hump day, and he'll take a turn for the better tomorrow. It remains to be seen. We had our morning coffee outside. It was lovely out there in the cool of the morning, with the birds singing. Of course, it's a complete wilderness and I don't know when we'll ever get it all mowed and weeded again. There's a whole plantation of a plant called "king devil" blooming, with their yellow faces turned to the sun like militant little sunflowers. They're a relative of the hawkweed, but sunshine yellow instead of orange. I don't know where they got their name! If we'd mowed the lawn like good do-bees, they wouldn't have come up. Sometimes being lazy is its own reward. We have to make the most of our back yard, since we won't be going anywhere else in the near future. The Duke and Duchess have had covid since the 16th, the Duchess said. Poor them! I think they are having it worse than we are.