Wednesday felt very humid early, so I checked before deciding whether to walk
This was 5.30 am. I'd got up thinking it was 6.30, no glasses on. In the high 70s but not very breathable.
So I looked around the patio and found
As you see, blossoms all over. This hibiscus is in her second year. Last year two blooms, this year at least a dozen buds.
The morning glory is starting to flower. Zinnias, too, and while I was there I hauled the lavender plant over to be propped up in the corner. It fell again during the storm, and I don't want it falling on the hibiscus. The coleus also fell during the storm so now it's sitting on top of a container of lemon balm and they can fight it out.
And while I was there, I noticed how bad the gate looked, covered in algae and looking neglected, which it was. So I thought while I was there why not wash it. This is an index of not having enough to do, when you start washing gates.
So off I went indoors in search of cleaning materials. Then I saw my neighbor coming out of her front door in search of the newspaper and completely forgot what I'd come in for.
I remembered something about water but not what. Retraced my steps, sat on the patio and caught sight of the gate. Ohh. Quickly ran back for cleaning spray etc before I forgot again. It was quite easy to clean, one of those jobs you postpone for months then it takes two minutes once you remember it.
Algaegate, then Cleangate!
All this early morning hot humid activity definitely suggested a shower, but first, since I wasn't walking this morning, I did some tai chi with Don Fiore, same man I'd done qi gong with earlier.
That calmed down all my joints nicely, and one shower later, I was ready to follow up on the car and house issues.
House contractor, no response to text, but I think the contractor's on vacation this week. Anyway I've registered my need to know.
Called the body shop, they're waiting for parts, maybe ready end of next week. So that calms the brain that's pushing to know more and not just sit there. I've done what I can.
Then I was wondering what arty thing was next and I didn't feel like fiber arts today. So I thought maybe I'd draw what was happening on the patio, around the morning glory. Pilot pen fine, black, little drawing, about 7" square, first in ages.
That was a nice few minutes. The paper is bright white but doesn't register that way.
Wednesday galloped by, mid afternoon before I noticed it. Audiobook, a very nice reading of Georgette Heyer's The Nonesuch, tea, and a snooze may have ensued.
Happy day everyone, life's a banquet! And here's a hilarious website, Than Average, in case you want to compare yourself to a lot of strangers.
