That was Maurice watching me make the bed this afternoon. She just looked so perfect there that I had to take her picture. I was very late in pulling up the sheets and tucking them back in, smoothing out the wrinkles today. I just could not get motivated this morning. Not for love or money. My stomach is sort of bothering me and I almost wonder if I have ulcers or something. I had ulcers when I was nineteen. Migraines when I was fifteen. Hives my entire life.
Name a "psychosomatic" illness. I've had it.
I probably don't have ulcers and by noon I was feeling like I had no excuse not to go take a walk and so I did. It was probably 80 degrees by then. But you know- walks are good because you just put on your walking clothes and shoes and grab your walking stick (maybe that's just me) and head out the door, telling yourself you're just going to take a little walk, just to get the blood flowing. And that was my plan today. When I got to the sidewalk, I decided to turn right instead of left which is the route that takes me to the county line past No Man Lord's place and then when I got to Highway 59 I decided to take another right, heading north. I convinced myself I'd only walk to the bridge over Lloyd Creek, take a picture of the turtles and then loop back around and do the little streets of "downtown" Lloyd. But once I got to the bridge I thought, "Oh hell. Why not walk down to Lafayette?" which is a pretty little dirt road and so I did that and I walked down Lafayette and came on back. I stopped at the bridge and did indeed take pictures of the turtles.
You can always count on them to be posing in the sun on that log. One of these days I hope to get a picture of an alligator in that creek but there was not one in sight today.
It was pretty though.
I also took a picture of a redbud which to me always looks like a pink cloud amongst the other trees.
I crossed the road to get up close.
There were bees zipping around like photographers at a red carpet event, trying to get the best angles on the stars.
Here's one that's a little blurry but in my defense, the sun was so bright I couldn't even see what I was shooting and also, bees move fast.
Anyway, by the time I finished walking I'd done three miles and after that I was TRULY unmotivated to do one more thing although of course I did a few things, all of which took forever because of but-firsts and also extreme spaciness on my part. I'd take the broom off the hook to sweep and then I wouldn't be able to find the dustpan which I had had in my hand not two minutes ago and the whole afternoon was like that.
Oh, who cares? Not like I'm being paid by the task.
How is August you may ask.
He is just fine. Jessie kept him home today and this morning he still looked a little peaked but by this afternoon, he looked like this while he was getting his hair cut.
And he wanted to go to gymnastics and so he did.
I do believe that if one of us adults got that surgery yesterday, we'd still be in bed, whining and drooling into a spit cup.
So he is doing fine. I will hardly know him tomorrow without his curls. Levon got his hair cut too.
Handsome lads. I sure hope they let me read them some books tomorrow.
I'll report in.