Relaxing.
Letting Charlie take care of me.
Reading.
Watching the tube.
Hence, I haven't anything to post about.
Really, I'm bored. I never realized what an active person I was and how much I need to be outside and to exercise until this past week.
Charlie committed to one afternoon of setting me up in my hat with an umbrella in chair in the garden while I barked out orders for him to get the garden under control. Well, I fell asleep on the couch and missed my time slot. Phewy. I will not miss it next weekend.
From the kitchen window I can see lots of monarchs, swallowtails, Gulf Fritillary, and dragonflies enjoying the yard and the overgrown passion vine. I also see the fig tree is loaded with ripe figs waiting to be picked. I haven't been out to check the status of herbs and imagine the tomatoes are providing a bounty for the creepy crawlers in the yard. And the ever so fertile mama dove has returned to tend to her third clutch of the season.
I hope Dr. M nixes such extreme "taking it easy" on the 24th
6 comments:
By all means, please keep posting what you're doing (and not doing), and thinking, and how Charlie is putting up with it all(-;
We love the updates!
Emmy
I'm glad you stopped in to give a little update. I was ready to send out an SOS. :)
I'm glad that you're still doing okay (even if it's just being bored with having to take it easy). I'll keep my fingers crossed for a great appointment on the 24th. I'm glad that you're able to get some help, and it sounds like you're in good hands!
I have to admit, since I check your blog an insane number of times on a daily basis, that I miss the banner with Charlie's sunglasses at Jazzfest and you, snapping the photo in the reflection. I was hoping it would be your standard template, but the garden shots are great too...
Well, my little baby doves that were born not that long ago in my sunroom are almost ready to fly. At least Miri got here in time to see them. I love having bird eggs and bird babies and bird mommas in my sunroom to watch. xoxo
Please post about watching the grass grow, or something.
I miss you.
eo
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