I pottered about on the boards, reading about other people's holidays, and feeling smug and contented about mine. An E-Mail from dotter spurred me into adding to yesterday's entry.
To finish off our very-busy-and-then-peaceful day yesterday, I found the peas I planted a couple weeks ago finally poking through. So the growing cycle begins again. Am I ready this year? I'm not sure about that. I know DB and I want to spend our weekends at Pretty Bay, which means I have to be very organized about this gardening business.
And yet, if I don't get my hands in the soil, I know I'll feel incomplete and the end of summer will shrivel up with my compost. What to do; what to do. I have my seed orders filled out. I guess I should just go write the checks that go with them. If I run out of momentum, I can always use them next year.
The soft, peachy sky mentioned in the sidebar is deepening as I write, and the bare tree limbs have taken on a luminescence that is striking.
I walked 2 miles today; the first time in a couple weeks that I have gone that far. This a.m., even in the fog, I could see the sky lightening about 5:30. I hope I can begin to walk in the early morning soon. I feel better all day, then, and I can go farther in the a.m. By the time I get home from work, I have to really push myself to go past that 1-mile mark.
I have decided that, except for Sandy's and Martin's boards, where I feel quite certain I know what people are talking about, I will not post anymore on the others. I got into an embarrassing muddle the other day on one of the boards when I thought a posting was for real, and not a joke. I reacted strongly to the slanderous language in the posting, and thought I was sticking up for the people I enjoy reading. Much to my chagrin, the whole thing was a joke. It made me feel old and "out of it". The generation gap was huge at that moment.
On Sandy's board, I'm pretty sure I'm following what is happening, and Martin is very up front with things that are shams. I'll stick to posting on those two! This whole cyberspace thing leaves me a bit breathless, sort of like the old Charlie Chan movies I went to as a three-year-old, hiding my face in my father's coat at the scary parts. Of course, now that I think of it, I couldn't stand the frightening parts of Disney movies, either. Does that say something about me?
7:49 PM
Just over my monitor, I can see a soft, peachy sky, with the skeletons of maple limbs glowing against this backdrop. It was a beautiful day. I have to say that, after all my whining about the gloom and doom we've had for too many days.
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