I am home. Funny how you can always say that about your parent’s house. Even if you never really lived there. There are so many familiar items around, that it is home.
One Many of the familiar items here are plants. The perk of staying at your parent’s house is not paying a bill, and being allowed to roam through many rooms at your leisure. The payback is having the chore dutyprivilege of caring for said plants. [I would post a picture, but I don’t see a means of connecting my camera to this particular computer, and I don’t have wi-fi (that I have found yet) to use with my computer.] Anyway, there are lots and lots of plants.
I am sure my Mother’s goal is for the plants to grow and florish. That is a good long term goal. My short term goal is to not kill anything. I read the instructions. Maybe this is where I get my verbosity from. Of course the instructions assume that you know the names of plants, and plant types. I know some of them. I do not know what a MONEY plant is, although I have an educated guess going at this point. And I don’t know what schedule everything is on, so I did water the twice a week, but not the once a week, and of course I did water the everyday. And mist. And I set up two plants (outside) that had gone head over teakettle. [Judging from the rather large branches on the walkway cleared earlier, I think there was a good wind through here a day or two ago.]
I even went beyond the instructions and swept the deck. My back actually got tired by the end of this exercise, although it was probably more from a plane ride followed by an unfamiliar mattress.
After I was done clearing a deck and back inside, a chipmunk studiously was checking the deck from stem to stern. Maybe he had been storing his acorns out in the open, and now I have displaced them. They are still around, around the sides of the deck in the ground cover, so he can treat it like an Easter egg hunt.
Off to visit the city. Maybe I’ll report more tonight.
Well, it’s not tonight – but here is more. Small walk (6-7 miles) to get the feel for walking again. Took Jane’s advice and went to a hot dog stand to get the best lobster bisque I have ever had. (That said, there have not been many contenders, but it was really good.) And I took it half a block to a park where there was a concert going on. I do not recall the name of the group/singer, but it was a really enjoyable way to enjoy the soup.
On the walk home I decided I really should find a grocery store and get a few things, like food for dinner and more importantly COFFEE. [You can take the girl out of Seattle, but you can’t take the coffee away.] So I am not having coffee today (risking the withdrawal headache) but am set up to brew a quick cup in the morning (4 in the morning, coffee will be necessary). I diverged from my known roads in the spaghetti bowl of streets around my parents to try and end up at a grocery store I recalled. I was actually doing pretty well, but I didn’t know that and asked a nice gentleman out in his yard for directions. It turns out the store is now a Trader Joes! I don’t think it was last time I was there, but that was fun.
The last bit of the walk was full of birds. Finches, nuthatches (I think), a female cardinal and some sparrows.
I have decided that leaving the west coast in the wee hours of the morning is a good way to change time zones quickly. No problem going to bed at the correct eastern time. And I know I was tired yesterday evening because I decided I had risen at 1 AM eastern, when it was really 7 AM eastern. And I could not remember how old I was – undecided between two years, and that happens to me all of the time, so maybe not a good measure of tiredness.
Going to do the final pack for the event now. Fit a sleeping bag and pad into the suitcase and check the earlier packing one more time.
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August 15, 2009 at 4:37 am |
That store used to be Whole Foods, which moved into a bigger building (also within an easy walk from Bugs & Horsey’s) and now there is *another* Whole Foods store too. TJ’s is a great store though!