Best news first. This girl does not have Covid.
Hurray, hurray! Which means that that little boy doesn't either. We are all so grateful. I told her to come and hug me, then, but she did not.
Oh, she's got a lot going on as all the mommies do right now. On top of everything else they're moving house for a few days to an Air B&B (now that she knows she's not infectious) so that workers can come in and replace their air and heating unit. Besides that, there's a fence being torn down and rebuilt in their yard. The company they hired on great recommendation did such a lousy job the first time that when Vergil called and complained and when the supervisor came over to see the work, he said, "No, this is bad. I am so sorry. We'll completely redo it."
And so they are.
With a completely different crew, too.
So. That little family is well.
I walked this morning and it was cool enough and I went as far as Heartside Run again today. Here's a picture of what it looks at one point.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll follow it all the way down. For some ridiculous reason after I've gone two and a half miles I start to worry that I won't be able to get all the way back and home before I collapse. I've not yet in all my years of walking collapsed so I'm not sure why I'm so concerned. I guess I don't trust myself.
I took this picture on my way back.
Yes, it's pretty but it is non-native and so invasive. I have the vines coming up all in the garden and trying to uproot them is like trying to pull something which is anchored in China. In that regard, it is hideous.
No Man Lord was on his way home from somewhere, picking up cans which I'm sure he sells when he has a large number of them. He doesn't always speak but today he did. We greeted each other (from a safe distance) and he said, "So, is this manmade?"
"The virus?" I asked.
"Nah, I don't think so. New viruses crop up all of the time and some of them aren't much at all and some of them are bad. This one is bad."
"Huh," he said. "Okay. Well, you be safe."
"You be safe too," I told him.
He is a most interesting man.
Before I got to my driveway I took this picture.
Now that is a perfect glory of a magnolia blossom. Wider across than my hand and the matchstick-like stamens have let loose and are falling into their petal cups. The wind will carry them away. I picked another blossom, still closed, and brought it home.
It will open tomorrow morning and by Wednesday, it will be dropping its stamens too. It's already sharing its sweet lemony perfume with us.
After my lunch I had a pre-scheduled phone call with a social security agent. Mr. Moon and I are going to start taking our benefits and this was my call to apply. There's a secret password and everything. The lady who called me was so very nice. She kept laughing about hearing Liberace crow in the background. "Please excuse me for a second," she would say. She told me that she can't type and talk at the same time. I told her that was fine, I was just looking out at the beautiful day. Sometimes as she typed she hummed a little scrap of a tune. The whole thing was easy until the very end when she told me that I had to send in our marriage certificate.
Oh dear. I have no idea where it is. I can't remember ever even seeing it. We did well and truly get married.
I went through the file where it might possibly be but although I found my first marriage certificate (and decree of divorce), I did not find the one which proclaims Mr. Moon and I to be legally wed.
Wouldn't it be funny if we found out that some glitch had occurred and that we never were? And had to do it again?
Funny, but not very convenient. I hope to hell that we find it.
So that was my big excitement of the day.
Every evening for the past few days we've had a raccoon trying to slip into the hen house before we shut the chickens up. If he comes back tonight things are not going to go well for him. I'm sorry but I'm not going to have spent three months of my life raising and tending and nurturing this last bunch of chicks for a raccoon to come and grab one or several and eat the head off of them. Predators happen and if you let your chickens free-range they're at risk and even if you don't, they're at risk. Coons especially are so good at figuring out how to break in to even the most secure shelters and possums are geniuses at digging. I accept that things happen if you keep chickens. I really do. But having a hawk snatch one is not quite the same as having a critter get in to the place where the chickens are supposed to be safest and murder them. I know that raccoons and possums have to eat too but they don't have to eat my birds.
Big talk from a woman who doesn't even know where the gun is kept.
I depend on my husband so much for doing the hard things. I really do. He'd set up the whole social security application process after he did his and when I asked him why we were even bothering to apply for my benefits since I've done so little work outside the home and they'll be so ridiculously tiny, he answered that it was because if he died, this would make it easier for me to get his benefits.
Listen- that's love. That's the real deal. That's making sure that I'll be taken care of if he can't.
May I go first. Please. Let me go first.
I tell you what- getting older is an experience that almost none of us can be prepared for. Not in any real way. It's like becoming a parent. People tell you, you can observe it, but you can't really know until it's your turn to step into that part of life.
All right. Going to go make stir fry with all the vegetables and leftover steak from last night. Always a joy to get that wok out and peel and slice and chop and grate.
It's a beautiful evening here. I hope it is where you are too.
Stay safe. Let's keep those test results negative.