If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, I can offer Toddy coffee, cranberry juice, and Irish Breakfast tea (Twinings). Still some gluten-free chocolate muffins. After a hectic week. I feel like my head is empty! Tea is always good for that.
From a week ago Thursday until two days ago, my exercise bike (and gazebo) were on the wrong side of the temporary fence that divided our back yard. I may have mentioned when you were last here that the work crew had arrived, done the prep work, and then poured the concrete slab upon which Al plans to build a workshop, next spring. This involved driving over most of my wildflower garden with a backhoe. I would tell you that if my husband didn’t want this workshop so much (and myself encouraging him along the way to “go for it!”), I think that I would be upset with the mess. I have pedaled four miles, so far, on the stationary bike and hope to fit in another session before the day ends.
While they did not pull out the old satellite dish base, which stood in the middle of the 8’x8′ garden, the Bobcat driver who came this Friday to finish moving dirt to surround the slab, also maneuvered around the gazebo to take the sod off the 4’x12′ strip where the new garden will go. I should have had faith and ordered wildflower seeds. I believe that I should order small seed packets, this time, and concentrate on annuals that will crowd out the weeds when they come up on the spring. And see if I can find iris roots and some tulip bulbs to save.
After his volunteer shift, and possibly an additional two hours, since the Desk volunteer slot for 4 to 6 o’clock had not yet been bespoken when he left here at one, he is picking up more peat moss, and then breaking up more clods for garden top soil.
I would share my shopping adventures with you, before you go. My s-i-l and I were tasked by the nursing center’s care coordinator with locating some items of clothing for my mother, who is currently there under Hospice care. She does not wear some of the clothes on the “must have” list. Father has selected some of the significant sweatshirts that she/they bought during their travels across the United States. Also, no shawls. (She wears fancy sweatshirts.) So I hit the Macy’s sale and got her (what looks to me like) a pashmina in royal blue and also a full shawl with fringe made up from light, black cloth, rather than being knit.
I’ve left a message to make arrangements for picking up, laundering (by hand in cold water, dry flat) the items that cannot/should not be washed in hot and triple rinsed.
If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, I would not press upon you the poetry of mourning that I’ve produced for each of my poetry-writing prompts, this week. I am currently reading Mother’s Selective Memories, stories beginning with her childhood and continuing selectively through to 2007, when she finished writing the book. She handled it all herself for this third book, including making the PDF and creating and printing the CD covers. She accomplished so much, but was never again, after marriage, in a position to pursue her dreams. Which she never let go of.
Throughout our conversation, yesterday afternoon, Mother persistently asked me why it was so important to the staff that they convince her that I am her daughter, when I so obviously cannot be.
I am going to have to end this, for the time being. When I begin to cry, my Thaddeus jumps into my lap to cuddle. I’m going to have to find a drop cloth. He has really muddy feet! I’m certain that both puppies and crying are therapeutic.
I hope that you’ve had a wonderful weekend. Best wishes for the coming week!
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