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So, it’s Sunday

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I should probably put my orange pants on today because I am feeling somewhat foggy. Wednesday I went to Kingman and came back the next morning . . . and then, when it was 54 degrees, rainy and windy, I went up to Michigan and put out four cemetery pots in two cemeteries. Fortunately, one was near a Taco Bell because I really appreciated the warmth of a five-layer burrito.

Then I got sort of achy and tired.

The next morning was Friday and Der Bingle came and we went out to a nursery and brought home bushes and perennials. Summer planted ferns and hostas and I dug three holes – one for sage and the other two for some already anonymous purple plants. Der Bingle and Cameron pulled out dead trees, put in replacement bushes; then there was the watering and the resultant wet dog. In the evening, Der Bingle and I took a pot up to Mr. Feller’s grave at Lakeside Cemetery.

The next day Alison and I went to the nursing home. I played my usual solitaire games with the ladies at the table watching while we waited for their lunch and continued my week-long losing streak. I gave those cards to Sharon; I am getting new ones. Mrs. Feller said she couldn’t remember anyone going so long without winning. She’s 96.

We ate grilled-out food.

I went to bed early.

I got up today and took two aspirin and a vitamin. I may go for the third aspirin. We’ll see.

A BIT LATER: I AM wearing my orange pants, but I’m still debating on the third aspirin. Maybe I should add a Tylenol instead. Or go for broke with an Aleve.

One thought on “So, it’s Sunday”

  1. Um, it is Sunday, day of rest don’t you know. You certainly deserve it.
    My Handyman and a friend took down a very large dead Ash tree out front, it was a pretty tree before the Borers got to it. We have another close to the house, don’t know how we are going to get it down. We have planted every tree in this yard. In the Spring we used to walk along the fence row next to the woods and mark a good sapling, then dig it and plant it in the Fall. That was 39 years ago. Loosing the two Ash trees is like a death of two old friends. Makes me feel sad, and old.

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