Day slipped away

 

My room with a view

   It rained all day yesterday til a brilliantly black cosmos studded sky presented for our only walk at 9pm   All my hours were spent on a screen, mostly fiddling with passwords and trying to land A’s mail on his phone. It ,involved Google. Still can’t claim to comprehend that my platform. Only the watched a tv news and Midwives; what a good show; I’m sick Iran as Lucy with Charlie Brown’s football— My takeaways.

      One thing I didn’t do was my blogs. Forgot til late then fell asleep. We’ll See what comes from a Sunnier day. 

      Ordered Ergofoot slippers for L and L this weekend. Feeling quite charitable, but that’s vanity. Especially since I wish I had done so sooner and often for my poor niece. Her mom this is the first time in years, if ever, she’s received a gift.  Shows how lax Lady Bountiful really is.

Sprouts

On the dog park trail yesterday 

     Nothing to say today. 

Flora

Curb decor. What? Your guess good as mine

     Another dreary but warmer day. Plenty to do. Just do it 

S is in Lisbon with a Friend 

Total surprise to me

Seems like the place to be

Ho hum

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Pot hole season,

 along yesterday’s long walk

  

     Yet another dull day, thankfully not cold.   I’d better clean house today and tomorrow since pest inspector is expected Saturday. That’s this morning’s big accomplishment; made a dreaded appointment. 

Homeward bound

A good allegory from the pocket park

     I rather like having fowl in the ‘hood. Especially since they’re not next-door to me. L said some girls came around selling their eggs yesterday.  I missed them. She also said the eggs had not been washed and were quite filthy.  The girls replied that they also had a turkey back ther, and blaming it for the dirt. 

    Guess iwould prefer some from C, but although she has offered none have ever appeared. Future gifts I suppose.  

     Just returned from Very long walk with Red. We met and talked with many neighbors.  JW with Westies, Stewie and Sprocket suggested a self driving Tesla might be a good car for elder people. Sounds good to me.  Young Caleb discussed nightcrawlers with me.  T and P stopped as they drove by during a sun shower, And young JS with his mom also said hello from the car, and she told us sun showers are also called a monkey‘s wedding in one of the countries her husband travels too. Very interesting

     More pictures from the hood tomorrow, but they won’t match the ones JW showed me from the island light house off Crescent Beach,  Cable Elizabeth. He had just returned home from repairing tiles on the roof after an overnight, sleeping on the second floor. 

Neighbor

 

Sign of Spring today—Mr L on his bike

High Tide Expected?

Old folks at home

    I got my brown twill pants hemmed last night and am wearing them now. Comfy. Yikes, high water mark, but I’m thrilled to be able to thread a needle and sew at all. 

    Spent some time yesterday afternoon reading the graphic novel,  The Hedge Knight. Writing and story can be a bit bolixed. The HBO series followed the story closely, and that helps. Most certainly  like the art work.  The object evokes the wonder of its construction for me Do to Do, conception to distribution with particular curiosity about it its rendering and printing processes. I wonder whether Eric or Ian would like a copy?

      Nola and Red had a fight over a dog chew last night, so she went home early. Yes of course she provoked, if you wondering.  C gets so embarrassed. I really do worry for Red’s safety. I hope this doesn’t curtail our visits.  

Holding space for later

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I love these men at work pics

May have already posted them.  Yeah.

See 1-14-26 for two more in series. 

     Nothing more to say yet today

     It’s a month since A’s accident, and his recovery is remarkably good and quick. Back to worrying about taxes and overworking his broken wrist on keyboard. I especially like his short dog walks. Can’t keep a good man down

Backwards

   

Birthday Boy, #86

   Today’s pic of the Birthday Boy and commentary on nothingness fit this day, as yesterday turned very active, as noted somewhat on my other blog 

     I am disappointed that I couldn’t get the Matrix on sale yesterday; would have been a wonderful twist of fate, but I trust JP’s judgment. “It’s crusty. We’ll pass.”  And Darius made that lengthy Nighthawk installation more bearable.

     We spent the early afternoon at Market Basket getting cake, Rock Row walking Red, and pick up at Chic Filet.  E called after his am trials and we had a wonderful chat covering just about everything we could think about.  He was also getting CF for lunch.  His gift arrived soon after we hung up, a clever mug that made us LOL:  “Don’t make me repeat myself.  -History”

    The evening after speaking with S was spent tv watching the Artemis splashdownC arriving with Nola as the  astronauts disembarked from the choppers.  Felt like I’ve seen a dozen of them, but it never gets old and always makes me feel proud to be an American.

     All in all a very active day.  

      Not crazy about the cake this time:  beautiful decoration but not a true checkerboard inside:  they cut and reassembled two layers rather than poured the chocolate and vanilla with separators.  Mom taught me how, so I know authentic….

I’ve made better checkerboards

Monday, Monday

Can’t trust that day.

 Can’t trust me, either, 

to pay attention to A’s birthday yet.

     But now it’s Friday, very early. Week—time—passes so quickly.  Odd I don’t recall any of it immediately.  Each day’s events erased by its successor. Ah yes: noticing the repeating/habitual ones jump into focus if I give them a mo’.  Like making tea, wiping up spills, swiping away crumbs, translating German words, patting the dog—on and on.  Is this what “living in the moment” is? Or self observation, self-remembering?  Brrr!  I really am nothing, Jan J!