We walked the Ricki Ave. trail together yesterday morning. I feel sorry for everyone who cannot begin their day with a walk with Mother Nature. We didn’t see a single soul during our walk; it was as though we had the entire forest to ourselves.
The brilliant sunshine with which the day began did not endure. By noon, thin clouds covered the sky and so I bailed on my plans to do some outdoor work and instead had a nap and then I Zoomed with Steve, Dianne and Bruce. Sheba and I went to Rollo Park to play fetch late in the afternoon, and when I came home, I harvested all the Daffodils that were leaning over or lying on the ground. I have about 30 of them in a vase on my desk where my computer is. Their sublime Spring fragrance is sweet perfume.
Beth sent me some wonderful quotations, all of them by illustrious people and every one of whom was extoling solitude. I had a wonderful ‘I’m not alone’ response to them, and with Dr. Shoja’s response, I’m not concerned about how much time I spend alone. Soon, it will be a pleasure to be in the garden.
I’m not who I was before my breakdown. Wanting to be alone all the time is a result of having C-PTSD/FND. Before my collapse, I was far more social.
Today is lovely and mild but the sky is overcast, and rain is predicted. Today will be another day like every other of late. So far, no word from Grayson, but he may be here this afternoon. I can’t believe how quickly time is passing. The weeks fly by. Tuesday is April 1st!
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