So soon, another Sunday

clean cups and tea bags

Saturday night, actually, but it’s too late for coffee. Weekend Coffee Share, and I’m tucked into bed with a cup of water.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would tell you that I have not done much to the point, this week. I’ve taken a lot of naps, read/reread a few books, and probably not stuck to my diet as much as I ought to have. It’s been too cold to try to heat the gazebo enough to exercise out there. With the wind chill, temperatures even during the day have been down in the Gosh Awful to Downright Nasty range. Wearing two pair of slacks and three shirts under my winter jacket (not the parka, yet…still not that cold), when I do go outside, and a shawl scarf to cover my head, neck and shoulders.

If we were having coffee together, I would admit that my biggest accomplishment of the weekend has been to fill out the survey that I received from the Hospice organization some days ago and put it in the envelope to mail out on Monday. On the survey form, a frequent option for selecting an answer to a question was “Don’t remember”. Sensible, given that the bereavement services were available for a full thirteen months after the death of the family member.  I would tell you that I am quite done with the bereavement counseling except for returning the last two books that I borrowed from them and thanking the most recent counselor for her presence during the last months. Since I have fragrance/chemical sensitivities, I cannot take part in support group activities, and so it has been nice to be able to get together with a counselor every month or so to talk.

I have done little writing over the past month or so, and that has puzzled me. While both of us have been fighting off colds (and perhaps a touch of the flu…once again, Al didn’t get a flu shot), I would have thought that I would be writing as customary at least every day or two. I have not. I realized, today, that I have been relaxing. Resting. I have not, for a while, now, been tense…stressed…compulsively doing. I haven’t been this relaxed, I think, since before my mother  became unable to come to town to visit and her hearing became worse, so that phone calls became difficult. I forget my phone in another room and do not panic if I am not where I can hear it ring. I do not even think about not being available. Relaxed enough to let everything go to voice mail.  I think that this is a good thing.

If you and I were having coffee together, I would show off some of the photographs that I have taken during the week. That’s really where I have taken my enjoyment recently.  These are my favorite photos from our snowy Saturday:

I have also taken a lot of photographs of The Scampers, this week, since we have spent so much time together in the front sitting room. Just a few of my favorites, here:

I am afraid that I am going to fall asleep quite soon, and so I must say good night, with apologies for not having gotten the link information for the post, this week.

My best wishes to you for the coming week,

Lizl

P.S. Click here for the LinkLinkz link-up page. Eclectic Alli is the host for @WeekendCoffeeShare. This week’s post can be found here.

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Summer Weather

This morning, there were flowers! Not lots, but in spite of the wind, there were enough still intact at 9 o’clock that I captured a few usable flower photographs.


Also took pictures of clouds to the northwest of us, which part of the sky was previously obscured by the tree that was taken down, last week. The forecast high for yesterday was at first 90°F, but ended up at 88°. Yesterday’s forecast high for today was 94°, which was lowered by 4 degrees. I am hopeful. And I would welcome a warm rain just at sunset. As it is, the day where we are is sunny. Later on, there will be shadows from the cotoneasters to allow for sitting outside of the gazebo.

looking NW, trees, sky and clouds

Last night I backed up the photography archives twice, two separate external HDs. The next time that I have some money collected, I plan to get a couple of dedicated off-site storage drives and trade them off to the safe deposit box every week. Probably on Wednesdays, when we usually stop at the butcher’s shop.

I am devoting some time to visiting blogs that I have not gotten to over the past month or so. And also, I hope to write a poem or two before the clock moves into another day.

A full day, November 11

We did get up in time to go to the folks’ place, and then go together to the elementary school just across the school playground, which begins on the other side of the street from our house, to the east. I took some snapshots, and to our surprise, one of the local radio/TV stations ran a short piece also on Father’s receiving the medals for his WW II service in the Army. (They have his age wrong, and also, I expect, how many years after the war/how late he has received them.) I noted in the article/video that my father stated, he did not care to be interviewed.

It was nice to see everyone again. I ran into some family friends and some folks with whom I attended school in the home town.

Since I had my camera along, I took time to take some photographs of the main upstairs living area while it still is as I remember it. I believe I was in sixth or seventh grade before Mother drew up house plans for the upper part of the house; for the first years, we lived in a “basement house” with a large, green door and wooden walkway and hand railings with steps leading to it. Somewhere I have a photograph of me and Mother, herself with a snow shovel in hand and both of us dressed for winter, clearing the way of mounds of snowdrifts.