Mockingbird Hill Cottage

The rear of this scene is the tree that was cut in half by the hurricane. The arborist said that maples always split that way. Anyway, at some point this week, we’ll hear when they’re coming, though this guy is a bit off-putting. Just a bit terse, could easily go to cantankerous. But we don’t have to love him, right? Especially since we’ll be hiding in the house.

The morning glories are okay, but there aren’t nearly as many vines as in previous years. It might be due to the drought we’ve been in. I also didn’t add any fresh soil this year because of the pandemic, so that might have been a factor as well. I barely remember buying the seeds, I grabbed them so quickly. It was my first trip outside the house with a mask on and I was nervous. I swept through the nursery very, very quickly. So I’m a bit surprised at the color, but I like it.

Overslept again. And again it was because I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed awake for about an hour. I’m also very congested and feeling a tad under the weather so I think that is contributing to the long sleep. Poor Don. He was waiting for me to get up so he could make a run to the store. (He just got back.) He wanted to get the whole thing done before the store got crowded. Bless him for doing that.

We watched Grand Hotel  last night, one of my favorite movies. Don is now fascinated by Garbo. She really was one-of-a-kind and, in addition to being incredibly beautiful, she was a wonderful actress. The scene where she and John Barrymore are in profile, looking into each other’s eyes, is mesmerizing. And I think Lionel Barrymore’s portrayal of Otto Kringelein is his best work ever – beautiful, touching, funny, moving. Grand Hotel  and Dinner at Eight, made a year apart, I think, are automatic “we have to watch this” movies. If you get TCM and have On Demand, they’re both available at the moment.

I’m very much into Hamnet  now. My lord, it’s written so beautifully.

The weather is a bit cooler this weekend and we had some light rain this morning, which was lovely, though I don’t think it’s quite enough to keep me from watering.

I hope all is well with you.

I’m taking it easy today.

Don is still outside disinfecting everything.

He deserves a second cup of coffee, don’t you think?

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

 

I’m running late because I slept in. Goodness, that throws me off! I woke up in the middle of the night and was awake for at least an hour or so, all the time wondering if I’d get back to sleep. I guess I did – when I came downstairs, Don said he was getting ready to come upstairs and check on me!

Anyway, I have a deadline for posting if I want the post to go out via email. I have yet to make our second cup of coffee because I’ve just finished the first and Don is now in his morning meeting, well after our normal coffee-sharing time.

But hey, I got a good night’s sleep.

Yesterday, both of us were having a hard time with the continued isolation. We’re restless. It’s been five months, nearly half a year – and a year at this stage of our lives is precious. We’re doing well, we are grateful that we have each other during this crisis, we are usually pretty positive. But the state of our country, the selfish Covidiots who continue to add weeks and months to our self-isolation because they need to go to a restaurant or bar or to the beach, Orange Man, who won’t do anything about the coronavirus but will put all his energy into stealing the election – it’s too friggin’ much.

We’re restless. We want to flee to some other sane country.

Hopefully, we’ll have a better attitude today. I know I’m saying nothing new. We’ve all experienced this in the past five months. It’s to be expected. We took a short drive yesterday and that helped.

Back to being positive!

I finished the new Michael Connelly and I’m back to Hamnet.  I’m going to give myself a nice chunk of time today to really immerse myself in the story. I also have the newest Country Living  and Country Home  set aside to read.

It’s a beautiful day.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.