Landscaper came by to talk about some transplanting (grass in front of house to be replaced by a lilac, move hydrangea to the side, new tree in the back) and digging an extended garden plot.
I raked the side yards and pretty much filled the back of the truck. Ron and I brought the brush and recyclables to the transfer station, then to Walmart for one of his prescriptions and some shopping for the house. Stopped off for pizza at Cumby’s, $7 weekend sale for a large pizza. Pretty good, too.
I figure we can stop at a Hands Off! Rally either in Bennington or Keene on the way to Paulette’s memorial in Jaffrey on April 5.
Ron is in pretty bad shape this evening. He remains suspicious, guarded and stubborn about a variety of things. I have a feeling he hasn’t been taking all of his meds.
I also have a feeling that a lot of what he does is calculated . “Where is your Self to be found?” the Austrian poet Hugo Von Hofmannsthal asked. “Always in the deepest enchantment you have experienced.” I think that Ron has either never experienced the “deepest enchantment” or experienced it only once in his 79 years and he mourns the loss. I believe it’s part of why he’s so often nasty to me but I haven’t put the pieces together yet.
I was hurting and took a couple of Tylenol. Felt faint and lightheaded about 20 minutes later. No, thank you. Did a little vacuuming while Ron was out an didn’t fall on my face.
Put in a request to be considered for another dog, Frankie. He’s three, a little young but according to his foster’s description, he’s not the type of doggo who needs to work off a lot of energy and is generally a happy sort. We’ll see.
