Yesterday was a long, intense day of work on my book. (Rhyaden is ready as an e-book!) What I did not do yesterday was write a blog, so today you get one of those off the cuff missives written at 3 am in the morning, because that’s what time I woke up and remembered what I hadn’t done yet.
One of the things I did get done yesterday was plans for two trips, one this coming summer and one for next winter. The one this summer includes kayaking and no computer for several days at least (no blogs either) and the more I think about it, the same for the trip next winter. Vacations are supposed to be vacations after all.
My mother’s hearing is going downhill, so our nightly phone calls are getting more and more difficult. Be prepared: when you are 98 not everything is going to work well. Heck, I’m in my sixties and many things aren’t like they used to be. (For instance, I never used to wake up in the middle of the night and remember what I hadn’t done the day before.) I worked in the garden a few days ago, digging grass out of a flower bed with a small trowel. My hands hurt for a day after that. Good grief.
To clear my head out yesterday, I went for a walk after lunch and then mowed the lawn. There is a chance of rain today and tomorrow (which we badly need), so maybe I’ll have time to fertilize again. It’s always good to let nature water it in. The yard has nice color right now. The grass is green, the crabapple tree is white as snow with blossoms, the phlox are brilliant pink, and the aspen trees are budding. The feeling that we survived another winter, we made it seems to come with the color. I like that.