Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Distracting Myself

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I felt under the weather yesterday and didn’t have a whole lot of energy. (Allergies/sinus.) So I distracted myself with this:

This suitcase full of clothes was a mess. Full to the brim. I had to dive into the piles of clothes to find anything. Fortunately, Don heard me complaining the other day, freed up another one of his ‘art’ suitcases since he really wasn’t using it, and passed it on to me. We found these suitcases at a local antique shop several years ago. They came from the estate of a man who bought them and decorated them with stickers and beautiful paper. They’re very lightweight and decorative – not meant for traveling.

I sorted everything in piles; dresses, coats, socks, tights, pants, overalls, etc.

Much better!

Of course, I did no work at all on dialects or my tax deductions. Today, however, is a different story and I’ll start in on Yorkshire and Dublin later today. Actually, I’ve already started working on both of the dialects, but just a first pass a couple of weeks ago.

Not quite ready for the tax stuff yet.

Meredith is still very tired, but she’s feeling better.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

 

Is That Rain?

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In a shocking turn of events, we actually got a little rain overnight. And not stormy torrential rain, but a gentle rain that might have had time to soak the ground.

We need much, much more, but I’ll happily take it – especially when it means I don’t have to hand water everything, which takes at least an hour and a half.

Let’s keep it coming, Mother Nature!

I have to do some dialect research today. During the next two weeks, I also have to figure out all of my deductions from last year, which will be complicated because I was in NYC for 6 weeks working. The State of NY doesn’t always understand that we sometimes take deductions because we have to move to the city for some of our work. Case in point: Escape to Margaritaville  and now, Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies. It’s also involves a lot of paperwork and today I’m going to corral all the receipts, clear my desk, and prep for the work ahead.

I’d much rather be working on my puzzle or playing with dolls or taking photos.

Reminder to self: You’re an adult. These things must be done.

We have a very hot week ahead of us. On Thursday, the temperature is supposed to reach 98°. That’s not counting the humidity which will shoot it up into the 100s. August has never been a favorite month of mine. In Michigan, where I grew up, August was always the month where it got very humid. It also signals the beginning of summer’s end. When I was a kid, that meant going back to school. When I was an adult who was a teacher it meant the same thing. Now that I’m an adult who is a gardener, it means the waning of my gardens.

Not a fan.

Okay, my friends. Happy August, nonetheless.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

A Slow Sunday Morning

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David phlox. It grows very tall and the scent is marvelous. I think I originally planted the white version, but after all these years, it pops up in pink, purple, and white.

I had a nice long FaceTime chat with Mere and Little Z yesterday. Mere is feeling a bit better each day. Z, though seemingly all better, still tested positive as of yesterday. He is getting so big, and my heavens, he’s a beautiful child. He’s also very, very smart and very, very funny. Oh, and “the boys”- dogs Hank and Bear – were also in on the call. Anyway, it was good to see that Meredith was a bit better. All of this happened while Don was away at the Farmers Market, unfortunately, so he missed out.

Currently reading another Mick Herron – London Rules. Truly the most delicious of spy novels, with deadpan humor and edge-of-your-seat action. Herron is brilliant. I think there are two more that I haven’t read. I’m reading them in order and if you decide to read them, you should, too. There is a definite progression with the plots and characters.

I’m headed outside shortly to take some photos of the flowers. This time in the garden is short-lived. I’m already upset that it’s nearly August. It goes so darned quickly, doesn’t it?

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 95. I miss her terribly.

Happy Birthday, mom. I love you.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

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