SpringPeeper of Bloom
Jun. 2nd, 2018 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoFor once I was not-posting because I was busy doing stuff and got tired, not because I was down. Thursday was our 47th anniversary, and we went out to the lake. I woke up discouraged after having one of my Nameless Dread dreams, where I'm being pursued by evil dark things of tremendous power. We were searching for an ancient artifact, trying to find it before the dark things got there first. However, by searching for it, we were leading them to it, so it was kind of a no win situation. We were sleeping out in the woods on our journey, and as darkness fell, I saw the sigil of the ancient ones glowing through fallen timbers in an overgrown ruin. It was the sign that marked where the artifact was hidden. I was whispering to my team, "I see it! I see it!" when the evil pursuers swooped down on us. When this happens, I have to turn the light on because I can't go back to sleep. So I was not feeling enthusiastic.
However, I didn't want to be a huge wet blanket and spoil the day, so I packed up some sandwiches, apples, and water, and put my swimsuit on under my clothes, and we drove straight out to the lake--straight on till morning! The mosquitoes were pretty bad, because it had just rained and the woods were damp, but when we got onto the coast guard trail and were up higher in the dunes, it was fine. Mist covered the lake and was blowing inland with the breeze. It was only in the 60s, but when we got down to the water, I was surprised by how much the water had warmed up in a week of hot weather! Two weeks ago, it was like ice water, and I could hardly even wade in it. Thursday, it was 55-60 degrees, which is like a nice warm bath to me, ha ha. Anyway, I went in and had a great swim. We went back the short way, via the lighthouse road, and drove home for champagne and the remnants of the cake that I rescued from the squirrels and squirreled away in the freezer, plus lots of schmoop.
Yesterday was mostly devoted to gardening. I got my tomatoes, squash, and herbs planted, and did a lot more weeding, and we put up some impromptu wire fence around the raised beds so the rabbits can't eat everything. The peas and beans are up, and so are the radishes and salad mix. Peonies and clematis are blooming in the front yard. Today we went to the storage unit--yes, I have a storage unit although I think those things are the very devil. It's because we moved out of a big house in Pennsylvania, and then had to live in a rental that was much smaller, so we just stashed a bunch of stuff and thought we'd deal with it later. It's also because we have four kids and they have stuff, and I agreed to store a bunch of things for my parents/mother. Tron and maybe some of the other kids are planning to visit soon, and have offered to help us work on clearing out some things, so this is prep work. We brought home some wine glasses we'd forgotten were in there, and I found the wonderful collage poster Deb made for me to encourage me to write more. Yay!! There's still TONS of stuff in there . . . including, I blush to say, SIX boxes of action figures . . . oh I'm so going to hell.
The disturbing thing about tonight's conversation with my mother was that Mr. Science apparently told her the Sparrowhawk had Parkinson's. I had asked my sibs not to tell Mother because I just didn't want to deal with it . . . but it was inevitable, I suppose, that someone would let the cat out of the bag. I know many people turn to their mothers for support and comfort, but mine is not like that. She awfulizes about everything, and she and my father were always so judgmental about people. If someone got some illness, they always found some reason why they deserved it or had done something that made it happen. I know it was just their way of trying to feel safe, but I don't need any of that right now. I survived being their child by NEVER TELLING THEM ANYTHING. It was the only way. So I had to listen to her using words like "ordeal" and "suffering," which I JUST DON'T WANT. A big bucket of NOPE. So I was nice about it and told her everything was fine at the moment. And then went and cleaned up the kitchen instead of assuming the fetal position. And now I'm listening to Playing for Change on my Youtube. Music makes things better.
However, I didn't want to be a huge wet blanket and spoil the day, so I packed up some sandwiches, apples, and water, and put my swimsuit on under my clothes, and we drove straight out to the lake--straight on till morning! The mosquitoes were pretty bad, because it had just rained and the woods were damp, but when we got onto the coast guard trail and were up higher in the dunes, it was fine. Mist covered the lake and was blowing inland with the breeze. It was only in the 60s, but when we got down to the water, I was surprised by how much the water had warmed up in a week of hot weather! Two weeks ago, it was like ice water, and I could hardly even wade in it. Thursday, it was 55-60 degrees, which is like a nice warm bath to me, ha ha. Anyway, I went in and had a great swim. We went back the short way, via the lighthouse road, and drove home for champagne and the remnants of the cake that I rescued from the squirrels and squirreled away in the freezer, plus lots of schmoop.
Yesterday was mostly devoted to gardening. I got my tomatoes, squash, and herbs planted, and did a lot more weeding, and we put up some impromptu wire fence around the raised beds so the rabbits can't eat everything. The peas and beans are up, and so are the radishes and salad mix. Peonies and clematis are blooming in the front yard. Today we went to the storage unit--yes, I have a storage unit although I think those things are the very devil. It's because we moved out of a big house in Pennsylvania, and then had to live in a rental that was much smaller, so we just stashed a bunch of stuff and thought we'd deal with it later. It's also because we have four kids and they have stuff, and I agreed to store a bunch of things for my parents/mother. Tron and maybe some of the other kids are planning to visit soon, and have offered to help us work on clearing out some things, so this is prep work. We brought home some wine glasses we'd forgotten were in there, and I found the wonderful collage poster Deb made for me to encourage me to write more. Yay!! There's still TONS of stuff in there . . . including, I blush to say, SIX boxes of action figures . . . oh I'm so going to hell.
The disturbing thing about tonight's conversation with my mother was that Mr. Science apparently told her the Sparrowhawk had Parkinson's. I had asked my sibs not to tell Mother because I just didn't want to deal with it . . . but it was inevitable, I suppose, that someone would let the cat out of the bag. I know many people turn to their mothers for support and comfort, but mine is not like that. She awfulizes about everything, and she and my father were always so judgmental about people. If someone got some illness, they always found some reason why they deserved it or had done something that made it happen. I know it was just their way of trying to feel safe, but I don't need any of that right now. I survived being their child by NEVER TELLING THEM ANYTHING. It was the only way. So I had to listen to her using words like "ordeal" and "suffering," which I JUST DON'T WANT. A big bucket of NOPE. So I was nice about it and told her everything was fine at the moment. And then went and cleaned up the kitchen instead of assuming the fetal position. And now I'm listening to Playing for Change on my Youtube. Music makes things better.
