And that was the wisteria on the trellis this morning. It was dark and gray and spitting rain, windy and ominous outside. We kept getting tornado watch alerts. I let the chickens out before it really started coming down and suddenly, we got torrential rain. It was falling so hard that it was almost worrisome. Thunder and lightening- a real storm.
And then...it was over. It blew away and the only thing left is the wind which continues to dance the chimes and rustle the new leaves on the oaks and Bradford pears, even the sturdy magnolia leaves.
So it's been a beautiful day, mostly, and I've done so very little. I've lost all my energy and I can't hold a thought in my head for two minutes. Two seconds. It takes me all day long to do the simplest things. I can't focus on a task. I go to fold clothes and next thing I know, I'm sweeping the kitchen, half the laundry still in the dryer. I look up a recipe for banana bread and then I'm online, looking at rugs to buy. Eventually, I got a few things done but it's been a pure struggle. I did make the banana bread. I did get the bed made. I did get the laundry put away. I did pick greens.
I did not buy a rug.
However, I ordered a pair of old lady orthotic flip flops and a new set of sheets. Doesn't it seem like I just ordered sheets a little while ago? I think it's been almost a year. I really have no idea. Anyway, these sheets better be good. Shopping online is just crazy. Too many GeeDee choices. Too many reviews. No way to really know what anything feels like or even looks like in real life. But here we are and I can no more fathom going to a shoe store or someplace like Bed, Bath and Beyond than I can imagine getting on a cruise ship bound for Crete.
As in- ain't gonna happen.
I chose and ordered the sheets because I read ONE review that said they were excellent and the best at not pilling. I hate sheets that pill with a passion. The sheets I got from Brooklinen, whenever it was last year that I bought them, have not pilled. However, I wanted to try some of the sateen-weave variety for a change. When you spend approximately ten hours a night in bed (conservatively, to be honest), a little variety can be appreciated. They are supposed to look like this:
And oh yeah, Mr. Moon. I hope he likes them too.