Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Day One Hundred Twenty-Five

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The meadow just beyond our woods.

This will be short. Don has been sick for a couple of days with fever and chills. (None of the symptoms of COVID.) We’re trying to figure out if it’s Lyme Disease again. This is exactly how he felt when he first contracted Lyme several years ago. He has a video appointment with his doctor later today. He’s pretty wiped out.

I mowed the front lawn yesterday morning but mostly I’ve been taking care of him. I slept downstairs last night. Side note: Though I love him, I wanted to scream very early this morning when he came downstairs to get a pill (didn’t hear him) and then wandered in and out of the bathroom for no reason whereupon the squeaky door screeched twice and woke me up from a deep sleep. I never got back to sleep. I’ll cut him a break, though, as he is having a tough time right now.

We soldier on.

Poor guy. He feels miserable. I’m currently washing the sheets so he can get back in a freshly laundered bed.

That’s about it.

Please, no worry thoughts about COVID. We’re pretty certain it isn’t that and I don’t really need a discussion about it today. I know you understand. Thank you!

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

Day One Hundred Twenty-Four

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Big fat bumblebees like coneflowers.

Frankly, I don’t even remember what I did yesterday.

Okay. Let me think. I watered all the zinnias, morning glories, and moonflowers that are growing near the chicken wire fence. I added water to the birdbath. I watered the pots in the Secret Garden and everything on the porch.

I sat on the glider with Don and we took some time to gently rock and listen to the birds. It was that rare day around here with relatively low humidity. Oh, right. Before that, he went to pick up the groceries and we disinfected everything. And then we tossed our clothes in the wash and took showers. And then I did two loads of wash.

See? It’s slowly coming back. I actually DID some things!

Today, I’m going to mow the front lawn. All by myself. Don is a bit under the weather, so I have issued a “No Mowing for You” proclamation. But the front lawn is big, so I’m going to start early, take plenty of breaks, and if I don’t finish today, I don’t finish. It’s going to get very humid again on the weekend, so I want to get it done.

Stress is taking its toll on me. Certain stress-related issues that I sometimes get physically are making themselves known. That’s when I need to stop worrying, meditate, and do everything I can to find some peace, including doing something physical like mowing the lawn. Even though it’s a lot of work, I love to do it and it ends up being meditative. It will be good for me.

So that’s it for me today. Mowing, watering, taking care of Don. And avoiding anything stressful.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

 

 

Day One Hundred Twenty-Three

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View of the rocks from the bathroom window. I had to resort to taking this photo because the groundhog (not sure which one) was dining on the grass and I didn’t want to scare him.

Another day in an endless series of days in this strange and unsetting time. I mowed the back forty, the corral, and the area around the shed yesterday and it was much hotter and more humid than I had expected it to be. Of course, I mowed more than I had planned to, as well. So there’s that. But boy was it overgrown out there! It needed it.

Needless to say, I didn’t accomplish much else for the rest of the day.

Today is grocery pick-up day. We’re really down to almost nothing, having made a vow to use what we had for a span of two weeks. We did it, I’m happy to say. So today’s pick-up is much needed!

Because of the aforementioned mowing, I didn’t get to the dollhouse yesterday. I just have a bit of stonework to finish on the back of the house and then it’s on to my experimentation with ‘grout.’ Wish me luck!

I’m currently reading another book from my TBR pile, Death at La Fenice, by Donna Leon. I’m enjoying it. She writes well and I love reading her descriptions of Venice. Beautifully plotted, as always. The fiction TBR pile is almost gone, so I’ll have to decide what to order or re-read. The nonfiction pile is still pretty high but, for me, nonfiction is not an automatic choice. I have to be in a certain mood to read it, as my preference is always for fiction. I really want to order Hamnet  by Maggie O’Farrell, which has been published in Great Britain to great acclaim. And I also want to read Michael Connelly’s newest, as I never miss one of his books. And then, on September 1st, Louise Penny’s newest, All the Devils are Here, will be published. Gamache will be in Paris!

Wish I was.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

 

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