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More Light at the End of the Day, Please

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Okay. I mowed and mowed and mowed yesterday. Since it’s going to rain today, it had to be done. But it left me feeling tuckered out by the end of the day. Maybe that’s the last mowing job for the year?

I don’t like the time change. Never have. The whole ‘gaining an extra hour’ thing has never impressed me. I still wake up when I wake up. I know it gives those who have to be somewhere this morning a little extra time, or in the case of someone like my husband who has five show weekend, an opportunity to catch a few more minutes of sleep. But when it gets dark way too early tonight, I’ll be cursing the whole thing.

This is the split-leaf philodendron that I nabbed at Terrain. I’ve repotted it, but I have some concern about the roots, which were completely coiled around the soil in the original pot. I’m wondering if it needs an even bigger pot. Like I said yesterday, I’ve never seen something so completely root bound. Maybe they’ll relax and sort themselves out.

I love the glossy quality of the leaves.

This pot is also from Terrain.

And the succulent called String of Pearls. Because who could resist?

I have been casually mentioning houseplants to Don to prepare him for the decided increase in green things he will see when he gets back home. Thankfully, Don likes plants (especially if I’m the one watering them!)

Checking in on the rescue dieffenbachia:

It’s looking better all the time.

Clearly, I’m transitioning from the outside to the inside. The last morning glory bloomed two days ago. Sigh. But I have nothing to complain about. It kept blooming into November and that’s the first time that has happened. I am grateful. So, ever the nurturer, I’m concentrating on my houseplants now as I prepare to say goodbye to my porch plants later in the week.

I’m having breakfast with Rick and Doug this morning. (Rick loves to eat out.) And then I’m trotting off to get my hair trimmed and, boy, does it need it!

Happy Sunday.

An Anniversary

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Yesterday was the second anniversary of my father’s passing. I remember every detail of his last hours, as Meredith and I sat with him and held his hands, stroked his forehead and told him we loved him. I miss him. That’s an understatement. I miss my mom. Both gone within 18 months of each other.

Dad is with his father – my grandfather – in this photo. I’m sure it was taken out at the lake, where they built their cottage, the first cottage on that lake. I never knew my grandfather, as he died before I was born. But I do know my father adored him. So I adore him. His close friend was the poet Edgar Guest – they played cards together. They were so close that my grandparents asked him to be my father’s godfather.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my handsome father. And I love looking at my grandfather’s kind and gentle face.

Miss you Dad. Thank you for being my dad.

It’s insanely windy out there and you know that I am very edgy when that happens. There’s a high wind warning until 6 pm and the winds were so intense last night that they woke me up. It rained torrentially all day yesterday, as well.

I’ll be glad when this is over. I haven’t opened the blinds. I’ve got the radio blaring to cover up the sound of the wind.

Do. Not. Like.

I’m currently lapping up all the details as to the news of Manafort’s indictment. I predicted, and I’m sure I’m not alone in this, that he would be the first one to topple.

Happy Monday.

 

 

A Pat On The Back

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There are at least 30, if not more, morning glories in bloom this morning. A wonderful way to start the day. Gosh, they are glorious! Aptly named. It’s going to be warmish here today and I plan on sitting outside on the funky patio, where I can get my fill of them.

I am feeling more than a bit of relief today as I had some major dental work done yesterday and I made it through the whole thing without Don by my side. I have what must be bordering on a phobia about the dentist. I get so fearful that it almost incapacitates me. But I knew I had to go as something happened over the weekend that made an appointment a necessity. I called them on Monday. My appointment was yesterday at 3:00. In the meantime, I was in stress mode, trying to calm down, meditating, praying, and finally, trusting. Normally, Don would go with me, but obviously he couldn’t. But that guy was ‘by my side’ via texts and phone calls all day long.

The whole thing was made a bit more stressful when I realized a bridge was closed that I normally crossed to get to the office and I followed the detour, all the while looking at the clock, and got lost. I finally called the receptionist and she guided me there, but I was 15 minutes late.

Fortunately, I have the kindest, most compassionate, and non-judgmental dentist I could ever hope to have and his practice is only 10 minutes away from our house – on a normal day. He was wonderful and I ended up having a few things taken care of and he even made me laugh. Bless him. Then he told me how proud he was of me and that he wished Don had been there to see it. Such a lovely man.

When it was all done, I had to drive to the pharmacy to pick up two prescriptions, find some soft food to eat – I hadn’t been eating much for the past few days – and I was so tired and exhausted that I felt like a wet noodle.

Today, I’m allowing myself to feel proud that I did it without Don there by my side. I’m giving myself a pat on the back. I’m okay. Tired, but okay. Today is for taking it easy.

In the midst of the waiting yesterday, I hung this:

We decided we didn’t like the look of it above Stella – the yellow doesn’t mix well with the yellow we have on the walls. So it’s been sitting on a table until yesterday, when I decided I needed to make a decision. I like it here. I’m not sure what I’m going to put there, if anything, but I like that cheery yellow and red display piece hanging above my desk.

I had to move the calendar to the left, which necessitated another ‘hanging’ decision.

Early morning, darkish picture, but I brought the other Maxfield Parrish, “Pierrot’s Serenade” downstairs and hung it under “Dinky Bird.” They should be together, don’t you think?

So I did  accomplish something other than forcing myself to go to the dentist yesterday.

Now, with the dentist stress over with, I feel like I can allow myself to get excited about my upcoming trip to New Orleans. And about 10 days after that, my trip to Chicago. More road trip adventures ahead.

Happy Thursday.

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