June 1st, the eightieth day since we went into self-isolation. It’s also my parents’ anniversary. They would have been married 74 years today. Heck, they are married 74 years, because I am absolutely sure they are together. I love you Mom and Dad. I miss you.
We’re having some coolish days and nights. We didn’t need to use the a/c last night. I plan to do a bit of weeding today and maybe some weed whacking, as well. Today is ‘grocery’ day. Don is going to the local farm stand to get produce and then we’re picking up our grocery order from the supermarket. Picking up – at least here – seems to be the way to go. Securing a slot is quite easy. It used to be next to impossible, but either they’ve changed their system or people are not using it as much. Both times we’ve ordered lately, we’ve been able to secure a slot for the next day.
Our supply of disinfectant wipes is perilously low, as is everyone’s, I gather. We do have rubbing alcohol, etc., so we can always resort to that.
The morning glories and zinnias have poked through the soil.
Let’s see, what else? I’ve been working on the puzzle, chatting with Little Z on FaceTime, spending a fair amount of time outdoors, and staying away from the news. I know what’s going on, of course, I’ve written about it here. But I am not falling down that rabbit hole.
Speaking of rabbits, I haven’t seen one bunny rabbit here this spring. I’m wondering if Don’s work up in the woods, making new paths, clearing old ones, has disturbed them. They may have moved on. Their absence and the loss of Henry is making me sad. I don’t even see the other groundhog that used to hang out here. Birds, bees, butterflies – yes – but no little critters except chipmunks and squirrels. I miss my little friends.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.
