Well, once again I don't have any pictures and today's excuse is that I didn't do anything that was worth recording for posterity. I really expected to be worn out and sore this morning and I was a little sore but not much and I haven't felt incredibly energetic but I haven't felt bad at all.
In fact, I'm thinking that within a week I will have no excuse to slack off at all. Which will once again lead me to wonder
WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE?
I have no idea. Healing was such a full time occupation. And then if I did manage to throw a meal together or sweep a floor I felt like I deserved a crown or at least a prize from a Cracker Jack box or maybe a box of Cracker Jacks. Something. And I'm certainly not complaining about healing up and feeling better. I'm still quite aware of how lucky I am not to have broken anything beyond ribs or have had a punctured necessary organ or even unnecessary organ which would have been internally messy and also, the memory of that fall and the resulting crunch of my ribs rubbing together has not faded and does not make me want to ever experience anything like that again. So all-in-all, I am so happy to feel this good in so short a time but honestly- what am I going to do with my life?
There is going to be more contact and interaction with Jessie's family because she's quit working for now so that they can quarantine more safely and we can all be in the same bubble. I think that at this point, Vergil would probably do anything to have us keep those boys for a night or two so that he and Jessie can do whatever it is that couples do when their children are with the grandparents.
(Truthfully, I remember exactly what couples can do when the children are under the care of someone else and I look back on those days with great fondness. So to speak.)
So there will be that. And what a joy it will be to have both little guys back in our house, our lives again. I only wish that the same were going to be true with the other three grandchildren but there is no way that Lily's family can quarantine as safely because of the jobs their parents have which are necessary and, yes, essential. We will have to just be patient there.
The garden will soon need clearing and replanting for fall and that will be a project. I could, I suppose, do some real housecleaning.
Oh god no.
Today Mr. Moon vacuumed the entire house for fleas which is something I never do. Jessie gave us a vacuum cleaner that she lost patience with and I've never so much as touched the thing. Mr. Moon is a saint. We've had some bad flea infestations and they love him. They do not seem to even notice I'm a warm-blooded mammal which is great for me but it won't be for the kids and it makes my husband crazy. He was going to spray after the vacuuming but instead, is trying a dish soap in water with a light above it remedy.
I do not have a great deal of faith in that but why not start there before we poison our house? We did give Jack a pill yesterday for fleas and put a collar on him, both of which Glen got at the feed store where the products are for country animals and not pampered prince and princess pets and for awhile there I thought we'd killed the poor cat but he seems fine now. He did disappear for a day and before he left, I observed him acting, um, weird. The mister insists that was just his reaction to the fleas jumping off but whatever. We just managed to get one of the flea collars on Maurice and I hope it doesn't kill her. Oh, the joys of rural living!
All right. How did I get from needing to find a purpose in life to flea collars?
I suppose this is my special gift- the gift of rambling.
Here's a picture of Jack that I took about five minutes ago.
He's good. He's lovely. He's purring. A little neurotoxic poisoning won't hurt him!
But let's face it- I don't know what I'm going to do with my life now that I've almost completely accomplished (I think) the knitting together of my rib bones. There's nothing to pickle or preserve at the moment. I do have to start walking again. Not too far right away, but I need to make that a priority.
Should I take up macrame?
I think not.
Oh, I'll think of something.
Meanwhile, besides vacuuming, Mr. Moon also spray-washed the mildew off the back steps so that no one does a repeat of my fall.