#WeekendCoffeeShare : How can it already be *next* weekend?

If we were getting together for coffee, this weekend, I’d invite you to have a chair in the backyard gazebo. There’s noise from a lawnmower down the block, but keeping the windows closed on that side helps. The dogs are wondering if I’m here for a while, so they should lie down, or, if I’m headed back to the house…and the dogs decided to bark at the nextdoor dog, owner and their company, so we’re inside the house, again. Ah, well.

You know how, when you’re walking along (metaphorically) and the ground drops away under your feet? That’s sort of what I’m feeling like, today. I’m not an outgoing, out-and-about person, but if I had been, I would have isolated by now.

I very much do not like discord. Even more, I do not like bullying or attempts at thought control or imposition of a narrow “norm” for acceptable thinking and determinations of judgments. I’m pretty much live and let live. I want to understand people, rather than establish or enforce some sort of conformity to arbitrary guidelines for “proper” thinking.

I don’t suppose that a turtle shell can pass for a cocoon. Spinning a cocoon implies not just comfort, but also a longer-term separation from the outer world. Perhaps I will be a turtle, pulling back into my shell for a while, instead.

I would tell you instead of my purchase of two poster-size frames, which I got to hold two of the photo collages from my parents’ memorial services. I have enjoyed propping one or another of them against the wall that I face, sitting here in my rocking chair, so that I can look up and see the two of them standing or sitting together or in a family setting during the holiday seasons. It’s not that I went running to my parents (or other family-of-origin  members) when upset, because I didn’t, even though I suspect they often wished that I would. Rather, it’s knowing that that pattern is not going to change, now. Not within my lifespan, anyhow.

We could take our cups outside and visit my backyard garden. Now that most of the flowers have come up and bloomed, some are already dying off, and others are taking their places.  My most favorite, the annual and perennial blue wild flax flowers, have finally appeared.  This is my first year with the California Poppy, Forget-Me-Nots and Siberian Wallflowers. Also, I’ve several types of Coreopsis flowers, the only one of which I recognize is the Plains Coreopsis. I have taken hundreds of photographs, perhaps half a thousand, over the past week and a half. One of my joys is finding a bee or a tiny hoverfly in a picture of a flower. The garden, the gardening, weeding and picture taking can be totally absorbing.

In the back yard, I could also show you the progress that we have made on building the woodworking shop. We are almost ready to add the soffits and order the wood siding. Al plans to paint the undercoat (which I cannot be around because of the chemical fumes) and let the boards dry thoroughly before adding the “safe” paint, which I then can be around and help put the siding up.

My health is generally improving, and I am sleeping through the night almost every night. I am (mostly) remembering to eat and take the medication on time. The blood sugar level continues to drop, and my blood oxygen level is in the normal range nearly always.

I continue to enjoy rereading old favorites from my library. I recently finished rereading The New Acadians by Evangeline, who was an ancestor of ours, and Rudyard Kipling’s Kim, which I pull out at least once a decade. I always learn/discover something new each time I read the book. Next on my reread list is Elswyth Thane’s Williamsburg series, followed by Cluny Brown. I came across my mother’s copy of Cluny Brown, and so I now have a falling apart “reading” copy and one that’s not quite so bad and should last until I can no longer see.

In other rereads, I am just finishing the Harper Hall series by Anne McCaffrey and the Empire and Ecolitan series by L. E. Modesitt, Jr., to be followed next, I think, by Mindy Klasky’s Season of Sacrifice, which is still my favorite among her books.

I will close with some photographs from the garden for you to enjoy. Be mindful that Diana at Part Time Monster is back from her recent time away to host Weekend Coffee Share. You will find the link to the URLs of other Coffee Share participants there; look for the Links button at the end of her post.

Best wishes for your week!



It’s Wednesday!

The Scampers are at the veterinary clinic, recuperating from their micro-chipping and neutering. We dropped them off at 7:30 this morning. After a brief stop at the grocery, We came home to eat melon slices in the calm quiet and then took very long naps. Such sweet solitude! Missing the puppies now, however. In another hour we can pick them up, again.

The Scampers, Cocker Spaniels, beside the wild flax garden.

We never did get them to the groomers, and now we will have to wait another two weeks. Assuming that we can get an appointment, which we couldn’t when we’d have liked to, which would have been before their surgeries.

I tried calling the folks’ place, last night, but there was no answer. I’ve decided that the telephone is not a good medium for them at this point. Tomorrow I will try to write a letter to mail to them. I suspect that my mother figures that nobody calls that she wants to talk to, and so she just ignores the telephone…if she hears it at all.

Actually, I feel that way a lot, myself. My phone number used to be that of a business, and so I get odd spam calls from people wanting to loan my “business” obscene amounts of money. Usually while I’m taking a nap. Or have not yet awakened.

I am having a delightful time reading and chasing down old favorites, so that I can reread them. Latest few: Shade and Shadow by Francine G. Woodbury,  Lightwing by Tara K. Harper, and Star Driver by Lee Correy. I look forward to our appointment with the optometrist at the end of July and the possibility of new glasses.

I figure I have about five weeks in which to clean my guns before I go to the marksmanship center able to see the targets, again, at fifty feet. I also must find my hand weights and begin doing wrist exercises. I’m up to more than three miles a day on the exercise bike; in the not too distant past (in terms of years, not longer months), I was putting in twenty-five miles a day. I shall not regret, however. I have a need to find another book of general exercises that will help with general strengthening.

The piano playing project is coming along nicely. The Scampers still howl occasionally, but I’m still getting to the piano at least every other day. I love the warm-up exercises, but I’ve also returned to some favorite preludes, “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” and other favorites from my J. S. Bach piano book. My back’s still giving me trouble when I sit for too long, but there is general improvement.

I may have to grab a sheet of staff paper and write out what the notes off the staff are. I’ve forgotten over these past years. I was right to put out the brass instruments for people to pick up from the curb, this spring. But I’m also glad that in addition to the piano, I’ve hung onto my harmonicas and the soprano recorder.

Some melodies running through my head, also, but I don’t think I’m up to doing anything with those. Perhaps never, again, except in my mind.

I made a nice jug of Toddy coffee concentrate over the weekend, and I’m now looking forward to a nice cup of iced coffee-and-milk before we head out to bring the Scampers home again.

Hope you’re all enjoying a lovely day, wherever you are!