Maybe it’s the humidity, or the remains of the pollen, but getting in gear this weekend has been a promethean task.
There were a couple of community activities on the calendar, and I didn’t attend even one. Envisioning the traffic, parking and participation in the events themselves, especially because of the heat yesterday, was much too much and not too very, very.
I did complete two loathsome tasks, cleaning and washing the truck and getting my hair cut. I also watered the gardens, deep fried a batch of falafel, did laundry and grocery shopped.
James called a little after 5 to see if he could have an overnight, and we got to eat with our neighbors, who kindly invited us for dinner. That took care of last evening. Breakfast this morning was easy, bagels and pre-cooked bacon. James, fortified with his first post-breakfast snack of oranges and yogurt, is already dressed, cleaned up and riding his bike with the little boy next door.
Today will be transfer station run and, if it doesn’t rain, mowing the front and back yards at #11. The feeding and spraying of an inexpensive but sickly hanging plant (all gardeners are optimists) and the weekly ritual of stripping sheets were completed by 9.
Still, it feels like half the day is gone with very little to show for it.