The month is half over. Argh. I haven't even written any messages on my message boards...I usually write a new something the first of every month. Am I so busy? No. Most days I can not account for my time. Days run together. Corona virus.
We did spend a most excellent anniversary this week kayaking. Neither of us had ever done that before. It was so good to be doing anything. Being outdoors and especially on the water renewed my spirit.
Yesterday one of Wilson's sisters had a pacemaker installed. She is my age. It all came on so fast it was hard to process. She is slated to go home today.
This morning I volunteered at our local farmers' market. Wilson is still at the Habitat house doing some volunteer construction.
Earlier this week I ordered 2 dozen new washcloths because our old ones were getting so very dingy. They are all washed and put away. Old ones are relegated to the rag bag or are in the garbage.
Crochet projects are ongoing.
I've got a sleeper book that I am reading. I mean it puts me to sleep.
The butterfly garden is slowly giving in to the heat. Butterflies are still visiting.
We have pulled up most of the summer veggies. We have 2 tomato plants still in pots, 2 bell pepper plants in pots, okra in the raised bed, and watermelons on the vine. We are starting to decide what fall veggies to plant.
I'm slowly getting my garden club plans for the year fleshed out. This is my second and last year to be president. It is such an odd time to be involved with any organization.
My hopes for a stellar tenure in office have been dashed a bit. Other clubs with bigger and younger memberships are going great guns. Our aging membership doesn't lend itself to in-person gatherings.
Life in a pandemic.
I'm just going to keep breathing.
Shalom.
