Pinecone Park is Shining

 wednesday

Wednesday began in the spa, and oh how nice that was! Later in the morning, we walked with our friends along the Ricki Ave. trail. I took my puffers and used both before starting up the hill, and things went quite well. When I got home, Henri was here doing an excellent job of cleaning up the alleyways of the veggie garden. He’s coming back next week and then he’s done. He’s moving to Québec.

After lunch, I went to GIRO and dropped off more things I didn’t want. All that remains to be done now, is to take all the old paint to them, and then Pinecone Park will be free of all things unwanted—except in the land behind the back fence where there is a build-up of old lumber and branches that must be burned before fires are disallowed. I won’t get it all done, but I’ll get started. Grayson may finish it up in the Fall.

We walked Elder Cedar in the afternoon, and when I came home, I noticed that my Butterbur was wilting. I can’t believe it! I drenched that bed, and I must water all the rest of the beds today. Watering the plants, having spas—Summer is back!

I’m not going to replace Henri. I’ve spent a fortune on Grayson. I’ve naught to do all day every day, so I’ll do the raking, watering, and husbanding the yard. I’ll ask friends to do the odd planting for me. There’s no way I could dig without quick exhaustion.

I feel ill at ease when Grayson or Henri are here. I’m glad they’re here, and they do fine work, but I like being alone. I can’t relax when they are here. So now there’s just Grayson, and I value all he is doing. He keeps proposing things that he might do, and I always say ‘yes’ because he’s done things that will be valuable to me when I choose to sell.

I’m very much in a ‘carry on’ mind set. It disappoints me that my breathing is compromised, but I’ve only been concerned with understanding what is wrong and if there is treatment. My recent letter to my asthma doctor is the last step of the journey. Last night, sitting down to write this blog and thinking about living with more serious asthma, I realized that I haven’t had a moment of sadness over the problem

I’m very glad that I’m not a drama queen. To be sad is illogical for me. Being sad doesn’t change anything. I’m an adaptor. It’s a lifestyle for me. I won the lottery in one regard: I’m positively oriented and I’m a happy person. I would hate to experience depression. I suffered silently until my early twenties when I made my first friendships. As I began to live my own life, away from the Tyrells, I decided I wanted no more emotional pain. No big job. No big income. Just being happy. No conflict. 

That’s a big part of why I’ve had no sadness over both the C-PTSD / FND diagnosis and the more advanced asthma are the shit that happens. It’s people that hurt me, not disease.

thursday

Thursday was a pretty great day! It was gloriously sunny and a truly lovely and warm 20° in the afternoon when we walked the Elder Cedar trail. This time, I remembered my puffers, and I used them both before we walked. We also walked in the morning before Sheba was groomed. Man, oh man, she looks mighty lovely now.

All I did all morning was water the garden beds. The Butterbur needs a lot of water. By late afternoon, it was wilting again despite my thorough watering late yesterday. So, I gave that bed a very thorough soaking.

No spa yesterday, but I did have a nap in the sunshine, and that was most pleasant. Rain is predicted for Sunday. I am praying the forecast is correct. I’m not ready yet for the endless watering the good weather imposes on me.

In the evening, I went to Kris and Steve’s for a surprise birthday party for Nancy. I was happy to be going, I hadn’t done anything social for weeks, and what a night we had. Kris served the finest meal ever! The meat was the best I’ve ever eaten, and the company was excellent.They are all such fine people! But I was very glad to get home and reunited with Her Highness, and we passed our first night without having had a daytime fire. It’s Summertime! 

friday

It’s magnificent this morning, bright, sunny and very mild. It’s an excellent day for doing yard work, but I’m focusing on cleaning and tidying the house today, and when that’s done, I may get some raking done. But first we walk with our friends, and it’s a big group this morning as Stacy, Bryce (her man), Tenly (her daughter), and Kieren (her soon-to-be son-in-law) with us.