I slept in until 6:00 yesterday, and I did so again this morning. As it stays dark later and later in the morning, Fred lets me sleep in longer. I fed the brood and at 7:30, I went back to bed and slept until 9:00. When I got up, I took Sheba for a morning walk. She seems better already, more herself, and more interested in walking. I’m very relieved and grateful for the medication.
After our walk, we went to the farmers’ market and I got some things from Kenny and donuts from my favourite baking lady, and when we got home, I had another nap before lunch. After eating, I got to watering, but after I’d watered most of the backyard beds, I came in for a rest, a drink and then I wanted to lie down. I could not shake fatigue.
I actually slept, and when I got up, I finished the backyard beds and then did the edible garden and then all the trees and beds in the front yard. When I was done, I took Sheba to the 707 Park to walk but she wasn’t up for that. She is clearly much better than she’s been for many days, but she hates the heat, and she did not want to walk.
Back at home, we chilled in the wonderful coolness of the house. I had no idea how spectacularly cool logs kept a home when I bought this place. It’s just terrific to work in the heat—it was 30° yesterday afternoon—and then to be able to come into such a wonderfully cool place to rest. I was literally chilling on my breaks.
When I flopped onto the chaise at 5:00, my left ankle looked like a football. My toes looked tiny, and I couldn’t wiggle them. It’s gotta be the heat. It seems to me that the hotter it gets, the fatter my ankles get. Plus, I was on my feet a lot, at the market, puttering around the house, and watering.
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When I think about my life, the soundtrack of my reverie is Is That All There Is by Peggy Lee. I don’t know the lyrics of the song, it’s just that line and how she sang it. I heard it on the radio when I was a kid, and it stuck. The words she sang made her sound bored, but the way she sang it sounded sad to me.
I needn’t ask myself that question. Pinecone Park is all there is. I chose to retreat to this paradise of mine, in response to the collapse of my mental health. The objective was to minimize stimulation, thereby minimizing the severity of my symptoms. Dr. Shoja said, when I told her that I’d bought this place, “That will do more for you than I can.” That’s why I planted the garden and got my three beloveds. That’s all there is, but I am never sad. My prison feels like the nicest phase of my life.
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Today, of course, is sunny and it’s already warm early in the morning. But it is My Day, so I shall do as little watering as possible, and we’ll likely go to Silva Bay for lunch at the food truck.
1 comment:
So glad Sheba's feeling better. I'm surprised you water when you do. Everyone else I know with extensive gardens have told me it's better to do it in the morning as it's easier on the human body (not so hot) and the water has more time to soak in rather than evaporate as happens in the heat of the day. But everyone has different reasons for doing things other ways. I always water in the morning or evening when it's cooling down. I have a really hard time dealing with the midday heat. Lucky you have such a cool home though. I"m dependent on my portable A/C to keep me from expiring. I hope your cat is feeling better. Mine has developed kidney disease and I'm still trying to figure out how to get the medication into her. She takes a pill twice a day for epilepsy but she's so used to it it's a piece of cake. But this is a powder that I mix in with her wet food and she takes a taste and goes 'Yuck! What did you put in there?' I've even tried mixing it with cream in a syringe but that didn't work so well. We do love our furry families though.
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