The Tonys Were a Shit Show

Sunday was a mixed bag. Walking Her Highness in the morning was painful. My foot hurts less than my right hip due to me limping and using my right leg for all the power. However, it was easier to walk than during the two previous days. My ankle was not as swollen, but bad times are coming.

Today, it’s predicted to rain. I hope it does. It’s also likely to remain cool. We expect a high this afternoon of only 14°. Starting tomorrow, however, the weather is predicted to begin changing back to eternal sunshine, and warmer each day until the weekend when we anticipate temperatures in the thirties. Yikes!

When we got home from our walk, to celebrate My Day, we went to Silva Bay and the food truck for lunch. I had their delicious fish tacos that I absolutely adore. And then we went to Kris and Steve’s to deliver some books I bought for them. It was lovely to do something away from home and to see my friends.

After the walk and the excitement of Silva Bay, I retreated to the chaise to read, and then it was time for our afternoon walk. I am very slow. There is no option. But I’m grateful for being able to walk with less pain.

The day ended sadly. I watched the Tonys and was appalled by a loud, crass shitshow hosted by Pink who, as far as I can tell, has nothing to do with Broadway. I couldn’t stick it out. I quit watching, sad and horrified at how the drive for profit and audiences has made Broadway a panderer to mammon. Greatness is gone. Sophistication is gone. Tradition is gone. It’s a tragedy.

 Today is cloudy. I am praying for rain, and I’m looking forward to another day of reading and chilling with my foot up. I’ll try walking with our friends this morning, but I’ll turn around and go back if it’s too painful. I’m looking forward to spending time with Kate Atkinson.

The Fire Truck is a food truck that operates on a large park in
Silva Bay. I love, love, love their fish tacos.

There are artists selling their goods, there is live music and there
are kids and dogs playing in the park. I love my Sundays here.

This is Kris and Steve's kitchen and their island we sit around 
before dinners. Their house is always a wonderful place to party

This is to the left of the kitchen where we eat. We never use the
living room, but often eat on the deck overlooking the ocrean.

One field I pass all the time, It is a neighbour's field and it is full
of flowering Daisies that are not showing up well in this photo.

On the other side of the field shown above, Daisies
are blooming en masse.

This ground cover is everywhere in the forest. The flowers are like
wee bells. They are purple, selicate and gorgeous.

Another precious ground cover. There is such
beauty in the small things.

Choral Root Orchids are growing all over the firest.

My new hammock is too small for me. Sigh. But I
shall use it anywhere somehow.

Swolllen left ankle.