Lord have mercy but I am tired and sore this evening! I actually did things today. It has been absolutely perfect weather in all regards- cool, drier, skies as pure blue as a Siamese kitten's eyes, the trees all washed clean, their fresh leaves practically shouting out their green, birds singing every kind of sweet song, the hummingbirds dipping and sipping at the feeder, the little house wrens bringing bits of buggy goodness to either each other or their babies. I don't want to disturb their happy home by checking in on them.
Even the old dishcloths and napkins on the line looked beautiful to me today.
I decided to take my walk on Whitehouse Road where I haven't walked in forever and so I did. It's as pretty as it always was, new growth on trees and in the ditches by way of ferns and wildflowers. On my way back to my car I heard a little bell ringing and turned around to see my husband on his bike, taking his own exercise. We laughed and chatted for a second and then he went back to his route and I continued on mine. It was sweet to see him.
I took the trash to the dump depot and went to the post office. I did more laundry. I fed and watered my chickens. This afternoon I came to the realization that something (I'm suspecting maple syrup) had gotten on the kitchen floor and so now it was not only dirty as could be but also sticky in a way that could not be simply wiped up with a rag and so I moved everything out of there and swept and mopped and then I swept some other rooms and all I can say about that is- if dust is truly shed human skin cells, my husband and I should have no skin on us at all.
Mr. Moon went to town to pick up some more plants from a nursery. That man- when he takes something on, there is no ass-edness about it. He also picked us up a few things at the grocery store. Important things. Chocolate milk. Beer. You know.
Right now he's back outside, sawing and drilling.
I just watched a hummingbird at the feeder for at least an entire minute. The chickens are in the backyard having their last good scratch of the day. They are so focused and industrious as they go about their work of hunting for bugs.
And now, in the midst of this idyllic story about an idyllic day of near/sheer perfection I am sad to say that I just discovered that one of the cats has shit in the shower of the little kitchen off the bathroom. This is horrible. In all of the years these cats have been living here neither of them has ever, ever pooped in the house. Or even peed as far as I know! And with cat pee, one generally knows.
I suppose I could say that the cat shit is a metaphor for the stinking pile of mess this world is in right now. It's fine and dandy to go on about how beautiful the weather is, how sweet my life is, how absolutely untouched and untainted by the global pandemic the world of nature that surrounds me is, but the fact remains that I smelled something that was not right which caused me to pull open the shower curtain and to see what is also a reality.
Well. I've cleaned it up and the sun is going down and it is still an incredibly gorgeous evening.
I am tired, I have aches and pains and I will sleep well tonight.
So far (knock wood, knock wood) this virus has not affected me personally in any sort of horrible way, just the very difficult and hard way of not being able to be with my family unless we keep distance. And yet, I know with all of my heart, the part of me that does not have her fingers stuck in her ears, there is great tragedy everywhere and I am merely one of the very most lucky ones.
As the man I saw dumping his trash while I was dumping mine said to me today, "Stay safe."