I have said those words to myself every day this week. Here it is Wednesday, in my part of the universe, and I am going to write a blog post…
Or try…
It’s been a week (and it’s only Wednesday). Although we are both still standing, it’s not been a very good week.
Terry and I had our COVID boosters a week ago. The Stanford medical team told Terry he could get one if he did so with time between treatments, and there has been plenty of time…his previous treatment was in mid-January, and the next one won’t be until end of May. His blood counts were not up to snuff to do the second treatment in mid-March as originally scheduled. You may remember I had to hustle around and make changes in hotel reservations…even this week we are getting updates on appointments for scans and MRIs leading up to the next treatment.
But, about that COVID booster…I did fine but Terry seems to have caught a cold afterwards, or some sort of respiratory ailment. My throat has been yucky for about two weeks, even before the vaccination, but that was due to pollen. ClaritinD has kept me functioning. Terry could not function Monday. Nor Tuesday.
This has thrown my whole week off as I had so many plans for this week, fun plans, with friends. Monday and Wednesday–cancelled. I’m holding out for Friday as Terry slept well last night (Tuesday) and seems on the mend this morning. I probably could have kept my Wednesday date, BUT it would have meant a day out of the house, leaving all the work around here to Terry, and I’m not sure if he’s up to that just yet. There is much “heavy-lifting” to our life.
I spent Monday getting yard work done so I could load up the “green compost” can for Tuesday morning pickup. Terry should have been out back, cutting up a large pear tree branch that came down during last week’s storms. Oh, my, gosh. So much rain and wind. That’s why I had to get work done on Monday because he wasn’t going to be able to get out to use the chainsaw for that downed branch. I did my best with tree loppers and pruning shears and filled the green can, but the main limb is still there. And, it’s leaning against the back fence.
This tree incident should NOT have even happened had Terry attended to the limb BEFORE the storm as I had asked him to do. I could see what could happen if it got soaked in the rain and then the wind blew. It happened a few years ago when the limb had grown out, over the greenhouse pad. It’s a lovely shade tree, and that branch has been specifically trained to grow that direction, but it must be occasionally pruned. He didn’t think it needed it. So, here we are.
Monday I missed Ladies Who Lunch and today I am missing a presentation by author Amy Tan at Fresno’s Convention Center.
