I have often said that one of the main reasons I walk is because it satisfies my inherent need to suffer.
I think this is true.
That scene above is what it looks like on my last half mile when it's already very hot, there is no shade for quite a stretch, and the only reason I keep going is because there is no other option.
Well, I could lay down on the hot sidewalk and call my husband but I'm saving that option for a heart attack which, knock wood, I won't have any time soon.
But yes, I took my walk today and I suffered and then I hardly did anything else because I was too worn out. Here in the time of the plague, it's good to be worn out though. It helps me to get that ten hours of sleep a night that I so obviously need.
When I got up this morning at the crack of nine, I walked into the kitchen and said to my husband, "I'm so sorry I slept so late."
"Why would you even say that?" he asked, peering over his laptop where he was reading the news.
"I have no idea," I said and laughed and gave him a hug.
He spent most of the day working in the garden where it was broiling hot and I have to tell you- this is going to be the most beautiful garden we've ever had because of his work and attention. He says it's his therapy and I sure am glad that this is the therapy he's chosen.
He took a break though, to see Jessie and August who came over to drop off another N95 mask for us. Vergil had come by last night with the boys on their way back from a day-long trip to a river to return a trolling motor and a battery and I got to see the boys while they were still in their car seats. Of course I cried but I tried not to let them see. Levon looked a bit morose but then he broke into his beautiful smile and the whole world was a better place to be in.
But today Jessie and August got out of the car. Jess had promised August he could pick mulberries if that was okay with Mer and Bop and of course it was.
I know he's grown in a month.
He was in a wacky mood and even demonstrated what he looked like while eating a not-ripe mulberry. It was hysterical. I asked him if he missed hugging me or if he was glad that he didn't have to. He said that he was glad that he didn't have to.
I think he was joking but knowing August, I'm not sure.
Well tough titties, kid. When this is over, he's getting some damn hugs. Personal boundaries be damned.
(I'm sort of kidding.)
At least I didn't cry and it was a cheerful visit. We visited the chickens in the coop.
I managed to get them all in the their new roosting place last night and they seem fine. One of the little black and white ones comes running to me when I come into the coop and pecks my toes, hoping that they are food. She has obviously made the connection between me and sustenance. Smart chicken.
And speaking of my chicken friends, these two come onto the porch and perch on the chair for a little bit every morning. It's a regular visit and I appreciate it.
They've never yet pooped on the chair and I appreciate that even more.
So let's see. What else happened around here? Well, I finally finished Sunday's Washington Post crossword.
Not exactly a crossword demon, am I?
No. No I am not.
I hung out a little laundry. And oh yeah! I made another mask.
I especially like the word "muerte" on it. That is the Spanish word for death which is probably what would happen if I wore this mask to actually protect myself from the virus.
Oh well. It matches my dress! Classy, right?
But now I think I know how to make these suckers and tomorrow I'm going to try and get two done for Hank and Rachel.
If I have time. Because you know- I'm really, really busy these days writing novels and doing yoga and redecorating the house and meditating and growing, roasting, and brewing my own green tea.
I have wondered how you can procure opium poppy seeds and I'm sure that if I really wanted to I could.
Maybe this weekend.
Meanwhile, last night's tacos were good but the guacamole was excellent. Tonight I'm making a New York Time's recipe for pasta with roasted broccoli, almonds and anchovies except I'm going to do that thing I always make fun of which is to substitute all sorts of things for the called-for ingredients and add other things and by the time I'm done with it it won't even bear a passing resemblance to what the recipe author wrote. But it will have roasted broccoli (or, maybe just stir-fried, who knows?) and pasta and anchovies.
I love it when people ask things in the comments like, "Is it okay to use pine nuts instead of almonds?"
NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! THE COOKING POLICE WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND CONFISCATE YOUR COOKWARE IF YOU DO THAT!
Oh, La. Might as well try to be cheerful.
Suffer, then laugh. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.
Stay home. Wash your hands if you must go out.
If possible, wear a mask that goes nicely with your outfit. NO CLASHING! Please, people. Yes, it's a global pandemic but we must try to preserve certain standards.
Swim if possible.