Day 97

Damp morning and I will get outside for a walk.. One day in the house and I’m ready for fresh air and exercise. The news caught me yesterday and I’m sorry I let it take over as I feel weepy and forlorn from the intensity. I’ll watch Morning Prayer on my phone and wish I was singing and praying with my church family. I miss them so much. I admire how much has been done by a few to keep us together by tech means.

Day 96

Day 96

Mother Nature added to the chaos of mob violence with a wild wind, thunder, lightning, and hail storm in the night. The national news is horrifying and intense. I will limit exposure to it today. Linda Lee visited briefly and brought me a most welcome book of positive advice for aging. It will be my companion on this day inside. Hollie will brave the elements for the farm stand visit and I’m grateful for her and  fresh produce including strawberries, broccoli, spinach, and baby zucchini.

Day 95

Hollie took me to Walmart at 7 AM.. We zipped around and were home by 7:40. I was surprised by the empty shelves and warnings about limits on some items. Nevertheless, I was out and in a store and that is not happening much. The news is so sad with the burning and mob scenes that I am avoiding as it is upsetting and there is nothing I can do but pray. It’s very damp out and I will walk. Lots of weeds died yesterday.

Day 94

I wished to remember my dreams as I wake up feeling as if I  had worked all night Last night I woke up and reviewed the dram. I couldn’t find a phone. I was late for a meeting. I lost my map. Nobody was hearing me. I ran and ran to find someone.  Jeremy Taylor said that if you can’t find help in a dream, it’s because you don’t need help. The sore spot in my solar plexus thinks I need help. Deep breathing helps

Day 93

Another loss and it went right inside me. Megan has self-isolated  due to having company from Portland. We can’t see her for at least two weeks. I realize how important her visits have become. I saw her every day before our living changes and since then, once a week for sure. No hugs but catch-up conversations that were fun. Another day of the same routine. As long as I can walk I am somewhat connected to the outside. There are plenty of weeds to clear

Day 92

Yesterday was vigorous and I used my energy to clear the perimeter of the greenhouse.  I don’t want invaders so I will mess up their environment. Today will be a replay with the isolation routine going on and on. Walking and yard work are my saving graces. There have been interesting texting conversations and I’m grateful for them. It’s the new way of keeping close so we don’t turn into complete dummies. I  hope I don’t forget how to carry on a real life connection.

Day 91

Sunny Memorial Day morning. I have a crooked purple toe from an awkward move that may limit my walking Yesterday I was very tired by the time I was almost home. I don’t like the woozy balance that happens when I get tired. It may be part of the brain disorder. It’s been eight months with no repeat of the collapse. The greenhouse is thriving and I pulled a million weeds around the edges hoping to keep them from  invading the way the raspberries are.