Tomorrow is a return to a typical day for me, two and a half weeks into Covid. I know I’m not quite normal, but I know I’m not infectious, so tomorrow, I am setting out to return to the World.

I know I’m a lot better than I was two weeks ago and getting better every other day. Covid takes its own sweet time.

It takes 90 minutes to get to Bishop Gibbons from the farm, so this will take much of the day. Maria wants to do some artwork planning with Sue Silverstein, and she is adamant about driving tomorrow.

Okay, by me.

I’ll do some of it, but I know I’m not quite strong enough to do all of it.

I’m not going to spend weeks or months sitting around waiting for my nose to stop running, though.

I miss my work, and school is getting started.

I just ordered ice cream sundaes for 50 for the aides and Mansion residents celebrating Assisted Care week on September 24. After that, a wonderful Halloween celebration by the residents, which was made possible by our Amazon Halloween Wish List two weeks ago.

Thanks once again to the Army Of Good.

 

And next week, I resume my weekly classes at the Mansion, the Men’s Group, and the Meditation Class. I’m happy to get back; I’m told the residents are getting impatient.

I’m going to Bishop Gibbons tomorrow to see Sue Silverstein, English Teacher Tricia White, and student Kellian, who wants to study writing, and is rumored to be very good at it.

I want to see the home of the new art class library Alys Culhane is gathering books all the way from Alaska.  An angel must have sent Alys, or she is one. She is an energy source all of her own.

It’s still pretty warm, so I’m leaving Zinnia behind until Fall really does come. The car just gets too hot for her in this strong sunlight.

I want to start mentoring Killian, hopefully. Young writers need mentors. I want to take his picture, which he, his family, and Trish have agreed to. It’s up to him.

There is nothing more to say about Covid, so I’ll leave it alone for a while, and it will leave me alone in its own good time.

 

 

My status is that I still have little taste, a lot of congestion, especially at night, and some fatigue. Yawn. So what? Everybody else has the same thing.

We’re cranking up a social life again. My favorite health care provider is coming to visit us Friday afternoon with her teenage kid. It’s a social visit, not a medical visit. I think they both really need some donkey time.

They’ve been here before, and we always have fun.

We invited some friends to come over to the farmhouse for lunch on Sunday. We still need to build rest and quiet time into our schedule, and we will. Although Maria is about 100 percent now. She stays on my case about it.

We’ve done pretty well with resting; Covid has given us no choice. I suspect I will be exhausted tomorrow, but it will be worth it. Maria is going strong. You know those young people.

They are resilient.

 

I am planning for my Blog Zoom project – a weekly live chat with a dozen or so of my readers every week face to face for an hour – I hope to launch this community project early in September, about two weeks off, if I can work out all the details.

Some new flowers are getting ready to pop in my raised bed garden. Today, I had a brilliant idea; I asked Judy Page, who works at the Moses Farm Stand; she is a gifted planter and gardener.

I bought some of my most beautiful flowers from her. I hope to do even better next year. Soon, I’ll be shoveling two-year-old donkey manure into my garden beds for next year.

 

 

I asked Judy if she would put together some plants for my garden in May that I can put in the raised beds. She was delighted.

She said getting vibrant and colorful flowers would be no problem; those are the ones she loves to paint in addition to planting (she is an artist).

I’ll also order some seeds. I never thought I would have a garden at all, and here I am fussing about what seeds to order for next Spring.

It’s in my blood now.

Life is strange. The wheel keeps turning and turning.

 

Judy Page. She sells beautiful plants and flowers. We’re going to do some business together next Spring. In the meantime, I’m already thinking about how I can take some  beautiful photos of the winter pasture. I know there is a lot of beauty there that I have not yet figured out how to catch. I’m working at it.