When I got up this morning it was already eighty-one degrees and the humidity had to be in the nineties. Just nasty muggy. I thought no, no, I cannot walk in this, I can't.
And so I waited until it got even hotter and muggier and then I went, promising myself that I'd only walk up to the county line and back, fuck walking that extra two miles! But of course the stubborn mule within forced me to keep going. When I got to my two-mile halfway mark right before Still Creek, I could smell the water. I felt like a horse or some other kind of beast. It didn't smell nasty or bad in any way, just clean and sharp and I was happy to be an animal at that moment. I stood on the bridge over the creek and where the water is usually contained within the small banks of it, today it had flooded into the surrounding low areas, palmettos and pines standing in water. This picture shows you nothing.
After I got back home and finally cooled off some (and when I say I could literally wring sweat out of my shirt, I am telling you the truth) and eaten my lunch and done some laundry I decided to get a necessary trip to Costco and Publix out of the way. Hank's birthday is on Wednesday and he wants a shrimp salad and I needed shrimp and some other things and so I showered and got dressed and put on some beautiful silver moon earrings that a friend made and sent me and one of my many Virgin of Guadalupe pendants on a silver chain and thus adorned, I made my way to the east side of Tallahassee to shop.
It wasn't horrible. Costco, as always, is doing a great job of making sure that people mask and their check-out procedures and protections are stellar.
Publix was fine, too. And actually most people were wearing masks and for the first time I didn't see one person pushing their cart in the wrong direction in the now one-way only aisles. I waited patiently for customers to finish their decision-making about purchasing this brand of ketchup or that before I entered that space myself. I tried to be courteous and safe. I mostly was, I think.
And then home where I breathed in the sweet air of Lloyd again and unloaded and put everything away and finished laundry and started a loaf of bread to bake for bruschetta and picked more tomatoes and now I have chopped some and they are draining. I will use the sweet tomato juice as part of the broth I cook our green beans in tonight.
I'm so tired but I woke up tired and I think it is a weariness of the soul.
You know what I mean.
During the first part of our pandemic lock-down I was so grateful every day for the cool weather we were blessed with.
Well, that's over.
Here's a picture that Lily sent us all this morning that did a lot to cheer me.
Owen making Jiffy Pop. Isn't he beautiful?
May all be well with each of you in these times of such strangeness and uncertainty, of powerful birth pangs and necessary labor. We are all learning that we are stronger than we thought we were. Remember that.