Monday morning was overcast and it was chilly, so Mr. Pussy wore his long johns for our walk. I was warm and cozy during our walk with our friends. It was a lovely brisk morning, and I love trail walking. A good time was had by all humans and canines.
When we were done, Her Highness and I went into the village to do some food shopping. And for once, we did not have to go to the pharmacy. But … I ordered my HIV pills from the St. Paul’s pharmacy. Last time I ordered them, they didn’t come, and I panicked because it is dangerous to miss a dose of medication because the virus can mutate.
When I did finally reach someone to talk with about the problem, she implied that I had not ordered my drugs, making it my fault, and that really pissed me off. I recounted this grim history on the answering system of the pharmacy this morning, and I told them that I was ordering early in case they don’t arrive again.
Once back home, it was time to chill, do some tidying and cleaning, and to see if I had a book that might engage me. I love these days alone and without any meetings or meals or anything. I thrive in solitude, and I feel so good not having to talk for days on end—except to my beloveds, and when I do, I am fluent.
I don’t usually nap. There was a time when I did every day; that was when my asthma was bad. But I haven’t napped for months … until yesterday when I had a doozy. I slept soundly for over an hour. How I love being retired! And when I awoke, all rested, Sheba and I went for our afternoon walk in the 707.
When we arrived there, I found that someone had dumped a lot of their domestic garbage right at the entrance to the park. What fucker did that? There is almost no litter on this island. I never see any, and when I do, I often pick it up for disposal, so it’s revolting and shocking to see how little regard some people have for nature, our island and other islanders.
I wanted to see if there was anything that might identify the dumper, but there was no clue. I’d have loved to take it back to someone and throw it all over their yard. Yes, I am immature. Yes, I love revenge, but I’m also afraid of conflict so I talk big but I’m a chicken. I’d never do that, but I’d return it to their driveway neatly if I could.
This morning, it’s overcast and cool. I don’t know what I’ll do today, but I’ll enjoy the day. We’ll walk, and I’ll probably do more tidying. I’m so chuffed by my sparkling clean fridge and tidy cupboards that I want to do more. I need to tidy up my closet and divest myself of some clothes that I never wear. At noon, I get my Covid shot. That’s my big event of the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment