I am having one of those days.
I woke up in it and it's hung around me like a formless dress of gray and dusty cobwebs all day long. I forced myself to go walk. Two miles to Still Creek, turn around, two miles back. I asked No Man Lord how he was doing but it was one of those days when he did not feel like talking to me, I suppose. I saw two cardinals chasing a blue jay and I saw that gardenia. I wanted so to pluck it but I always feel like someone is probably watching me from a window, peering out from between curtains just waiting for me to purloin one of their posies.
It smelled like gardenias smell which is something I am not sufficiently able to describe. One cannot compare it to anything because there is nothing that smells like gardenias except for the flowers themselves but there is a certain hotness to it. A heat of a scent and that sweetness, too.
I can't describe it.
I came home and there were a few things that I really needed to do, the main one being to clean the nests in the hen house and give them fresh straw. It took me until after two to finally get to that. Having twenty-three chickens roosting in a hen house is vastly different than having six chickens roost in a hen house in terms of the amount of poop which collects nightly. So I filled up the yard cart with the old straw and the poop and I laid it between a row of potatoes and field peas in the garden. That done I was completely exhausted. I did do two loads of laundry but when I put one in the drier I forgot to turn it on and when I put a load of whites in the washer I forgot to set it to "whites." When I started the dishwasher I thought that if the little red light came on telling me to add rinse aid I would probably cry and when I was watering the porch plants and the hose got caught on a palm frond and I had to walk ALL THE WAY AROUND THE END OF THE PORCH to free it, it might as well have been a journey across three continents. I worked on a crossword for hours and when I say "worked" I mean that I sat and stared at it and ran through the alphabet in my head over and over trying out letters in squares to figure out words and then wondered if perhaps there were other letters I was forgetting because none of the usual twenty-six was working.
One of the things that's truly upsetting me right now is this whole let's-get-back-to-normal attitude. Not one fucking thing has changed as to the number of new covid cases daily and weekly. They are still increasing and so is the death rate. There is no vaccine yet, there is no treatment, there is no herd immunity. We, as a country, seem to have simply accepted the fact that sacrifices must be made and they will be made by the older people, the people with medical issues, people with disabilities, and of course- people of color.
Ah well. Who cares? We want to go to the beach and out to eat and to church and to go drink in bars and to get our hair cut and to get our nails done and it is our right, our right, our right to do all of these things without masks because masks inhibit our freedom.
Funny how the same people who insist that they need their loaded guns in order to protect themselves and others are the same ones who insist that wearing masks is a threat to their liberty.
Some days I am just sick of humans, myself included of course.
On a much lighter note, Lily and Lauren and the kids are having what looks to be an amazing time at Lauren's parents house. We've been getting pictures all day of them having so much fun.
And there have been golf cart rides and there's a river and of course all of the animals which I haven't even seen pictures of yet. The general consensus is that none of the children will be coming home. I mean- who would want to leave that wonderland of a pool? I am so glad they are having fun.
Jessie and Vergil gave the boys haircuts today. Here's the picture I got of August.
The Pandemic Summer haircut for four-year old boys.
I just saw on FB that a six-year old child has tested positive for covid in Leon County which is Tallahassee.
Tomorrow will be a better day. And it has rained again. And I have picked beautiful greens for a salad.
Oh- have any of y'all watched "Hollywood" on Netflix? It's sort of strange and wonderful. Or at least that's what I thought.
And somehow this past week I missed the fact that it was the thirteenth anniversary of this blog. I have published 7844 posts.
One day at a time. Hank, what did you think you were doing when you told me to start a blog?
I sure do love y'all...Ms. Moon