Jesus GOD! Nature is out to get me. I swear.
First, I took a walk. It wasn't too bad but it was bad enough and I have a feeling that anyone who wasn't used to this heat and steamy humidity would have passed out.
Then I came home and went out to freshen up the straw in the hen house and haul the poopy straw to the garden wherein two damn fucking yellow flies bit me, one on the ankle and one of the space right between two of my fingers. By the time I got in the house both bites were swelling and itching and the one on my hand was looking really bad. The one on my ankle itched more but that part of my hand looked sort of like a baseball glove and it itched bad enough. I put Benadryl cream on both of the bites but it soon became quite obvious that that was not nearly remedy enough and I took a Benadryl and eventually the itching stopped but I was miserable for quite some time. And my hand is still all swollen and mushy.
I stayed inside for hours after that, working on my needle project and watching Parts Unknown and thinking about how much I miss Anthony Bourdain being on the earth.
Then I had to go back outside to fill up some chicken feeders I'd washed out and let dry and to pick some peas and stuff in the garden and I didn't get bit by yellow flies but some ants had their way with me.
I had an interesting experience in that a guy who I saw walking down the road when I was taking the trash stopped when I pulled into my driveway and wanted to talk to me over the fence and since this is Lloyd and happens with some regularity, I went over to talk to him.
Bless his heart.
He had a whole long story but the gist of it was all about needing money, of course, and he even offered to come and work in my yard right then or maybe this weekend but I told him that's okay and gave him a little cash and a cold ginger ale. The most amusing part to me was when he called me "you sweet young thing" even though he was undoubtably not even half my age. He was sort of flamboyant and he made me laugh so...hell. He earned that cash.
One more day and then we're leaving for Roseland. If you are relatively new here at blessourhearts and are curious about Roseland, just do a blog search for it and you'll find plenty. Besides the unfathomable goodness of being able to really and truly go home again, I am looking forward tremendously for five days of very limited responsibility. I am ready for that.
It's time to go make our supper.