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Fleabane – a wildflower that pops up at this time of year. For the past 2 or 3 years, I’ve seen more and more of it on the property. It’s under the birdbath, next to the garden beds, in the secret garden. I just let it go wild because it’s so lovely. Not much is blooming yet, but fleabane comes to the rescue every year. It’s a gift.

Resting today. I mowed the lilac side of the lawn and the secret garden yesterday. And I pruned a few things. But it’s very clear that I need to take a couple of days off (the ever present back crap.) That won’t be too hard for me since I’m tired today and tomorrow it’s going to rain and boy do we need it.

Reading and careful puzzle work is on the docket for today.

A close friend of Don’s lost her daughter to suicide a couple of days ago. I won’t go into details because her privacy needs to be protected, but it’s devastating. The daughter donated her organs. A very solemn ceremony with a hundred hospital employees lining the hospital corridor, quietly paying their respects as she was wheeled into the operating room. She will save eight lives.

We are seeing the other side of organ donation, not long after Adrian’s heart transplant. The grief and pain from the untimely loss of a loved one and the generous and selfless donation that will save lives.

I can’t say anymore as it’s just so overwhelming. Prayers to her parents and siblings and family and friends.

So I’m going to keep it short today.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

 

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The devastation in Florida is shocking. We’ve been watching the news – something we don’t do very much lately – and my heavens, it’s horrific. My heart goes out to everyone who is coping with loss in the wake of Hurricane Ian.

I’m going to go into the city tomorrow to watch some of the last rehearsal before tech begins. I’ve been waiting for a run-through, but the director doesn’t work that way. He’s brilliant and he structures rehearsals a bit differently. I’m uneasy at not being able to watch a run-through and take thorough notes – that’s never happened to me before – but it is what it is. I’ll go in and observe and hopefully get enough of a sense where everyone is to give them some constructive feedback. Then I’ll go back in a week and watch a dress/tech of the entire show. I spent a good deal of time yesterday trying to figure out what exactly would be happening today and tomorrow, communicating back and forth with the stage manager and covid safety, and solidifying just how many days I have left on my contract.

So today I’m going to take it easy in preparation for the trip to the city tomorrow. Oh, and wash the bedding, vacuum, etc. I’m nearly halfway through The Ink Black Heart  and I’m riveted. Though the length of the book could be daunting, it’s so readable and fascinating that I don’t really think about it anymore. If anything, it’s Don who comments on my progress.

I’ll take a Simenon with me tomorrow. They’re on the short side and always wonderfully written so I’ll be nicely occupied on the bus.

I won’t post tomorrow because I’m not sure yet what time I’ll leave. I don’t want the pressure of writing a post hanging over me. But I’ll be back on Sunday.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

Potpourri on Sunday

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• This is a wildflower/weed that is growing on the edge of the funky patio. It’s easily 4-5 feet tall. There are a few more in the memorial garden. It’s just started blooming and the flowers are a subtle pale brown. Aster family? I’m not sure. This year, I left a lot of what-is-this plants alone because I was curious about them. I’m glad I did because the wildflowers are hardy and seem to be withstanding the heat.

I haven’t done any research as to its name, but I like it.

• I hear fewer birds singing at this point in the summer and it always makes me sad. The past several mornings, however, I’ve heard the call of a mourning dove. My favorite bird. My favorite call. That is a lovely way to start the day.

• This morning, while sitting in the den, I heard a bird call that was so loud I actually thought it might be in the room with me. In actuality, it was right outside the open window but danged if I could see the bird. A completely different call than I’ve ever heard before. A mystery.

• Also, this morning while sitting in the den – I heard this loud whirring sound. I wondered if it was some sort of vehicle coming down the road from a long way off. As I turned around to look, there was a hummingbird hovering and looking in the window. That sound was the hummingbird’s wings. I still can’t believe how loud it was. Fortunately, it’s a quiet Sunday morning, so I was able to hear that whirr without any competition from traffic. Amazing.

• And finally, we have a cricket living somewhere in the office. Upstairs. How did it get there? I’ve tried to rescue him a few times, but I can never find him. At first, he was over by the window. Now he’s in the corner near my desk – an area that’s so full of ‘stuff’ that I’ll never find him.

Okay, my friends. Time for more coffee.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

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