The video above isn’t for everyone, but I’m a former large aquarium owner, and this film of life on a Swedish reef is fascinating. You will see sea animals with incredible shells and brilliant colours that float like hot air balloons in the sea. I’m a bit of a biology freak.
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Saturday dawned bright and sunny. I awoke anticipating a great day because my gardens were thoroughly watered, and I could focus on light chores around the yard. We went for a brilliant morning walk on the Ricki Ave. trail. I was thoroughly chuffed because I walked the hill very easily without challenging breathing. The prednisone must be the reason, and I use my last pill of it today.
When we came home, I was too excited about getting more plants to build the Deer fence around my Horse Chestnut tree. I got some tomatoes and some shade plants to fill in the narrow bed beside the entrance to my yard through the gate. I also got plants for my hanging basket and got everything planted as clouds rolled in.
I was glad to see them. I was finishing up and so I came inside for a rest at about 3:00 and then the rains came. Real rain, too, not just angel piss, but not for long. Long enough, though, to relieve me of the burden of watering today on My Day. In the darkened and damp afternoon, I lit a small fire. I wanted that cosy feeling on a wet uninviting day.
When the rain stopped, Her Highness and I went for our afternoon walk, and then we came home to chill for the remainder of the day and evening. I was pleased with the work I got done yesterday. Every little chore makes Pinecone Park nicer. I moved two large ceramic planters into the edible garden, and that’s where I planted the tomatoes. They look so nice in there. The whole edible garden is looking good. The blueberries are drenched with berries, the raspberries are just coming into bloom, my rhubarb is blooming, and come August, I’ll have lots and lots of small tomatoes! Hooray!
I love my evenings of dinner and a movie. I love chillin’ with the pets and having not a care in the world. I’m chuffed that I am keeping up with yard and housework, and I love spending my afternoons outside working on the yard and gardens. I couldn’t be happier. And I love prednisone!
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After two weeks of living without sweets, I haven’t dropped even 1/10th of a pound. And I’ve been physical every day for almost the entire time, yet no loss of weight. Damn! I imagine I’m eating more savoury food. Oh well, I don’t really care, but I thought I might have lost a little weight. I need to eat a little less I reckon, if I’m going to lose some belly fat.
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I feel guilty about my desire for solitude. Friends worry about my ‘isolation,’ but I am blissfully happy now that the sunshine and warmer temperatures are back. When I can spend the day outdoors, my nights are heavenly. I’m house and garden proud, and it feels very, very good.
Plus, I have Dr. Shoja. She is my mental health partner. She’s brought me a long way from having up to twenty seizures a day and going outside wearing two pairs of sunglasses, ear plugs and headphones, mute and shaking and seizing as I walked the laneways and avoided the streets. I was utterly lost and bewildered; without her I don’t think I’d be as happy and adjusted as I am.
If only every day was like this. The Winters were fine when I could read through them, but reading became problematic a while back. I couldn’t stick anything. I’m going to try non-fiction this coming season. The writing is more linear, and the objective is simply to inform with style. Simon Winchester is my non-fiction hero, as was Oliver Sacks. And oh, how I loved Margaret Visser.
(As soon as I wrote that sentence, I stopped writing, went to Amazon, and bought three books by Ms. Visser: one about the development of table manners (she loves writing about food); another is a forensic history of a church in Rome, and the last is a reverie on common objects and ordinary behaviour. I love this woman interests, passion for incredible research, clear, smooth, wonderful writing that’s a great fit with her mission, and wit.
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Today is, of course, brilliantly sunny and the entire coming week is predicted to be warm and glorious. Sun all week! But last night there was angel piss and so the ground is lovely, moist and fresh. Another day off from watering for me, so I shall focus on some weed whacking and fencing the Horse Chestnut which I never got to yesterday. And we’ll walk in this lovely weather, probably at Drumbeg because it’s My Day and it’s so very lovely to walk by the sea.
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| Camus and Grand Camus grows everywhere giving Mother Nature a stunning blue carpet in many areas. There are acres of them in some places. |
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