Daily Notes- Tuesday August 25th.

Postcard from Provence

 Dentist.. was actually perfect yesterday.  So that was excellent.

I'm melting two Arnica under my tongue to try and get rid of the snap crackle of my neck bones. Tension I guess.  From yesterday or from this morning's shower....At my age I worry pretty much the entire shower expecting a slip and fall.  Was just fine and my hair is bouncy and starting to curl as it dries.

I am going to sew the strips (eventually) of red I found yesterday after a massive search...... to the small rectangle of strips of darker red and black.  I looked everywhere for that fabric and. Then found it about 2 feet away from where I was sitting...under  bunch of things.

Watched the Canadian Police procedural yesterday....two episodes. Then two recorded episodes of Antiques Roadshow.  Today I plan to read and rest my neck.

The grape vines out back have stopped flowering and are now perhaps making grapes????  We desperately need it to rain.....but I doubt it will. 

 Global Warming is giving us a Shock Treatment Warning this Summer. Hot. Dry.  Hotter. On Fire.

The two large pots on top of one of my German Cupboards are now in the garbage bags.  Next time daughter visits I'll ask her to climb on the step ladder and vacuum the leaves off the top.  I know better than to think I CAN.  Climb on a step ladder safely.  Actually, if honest, I was never safe climbing ladders.

Daily notes for August 24th. Cloudy outside here in Maine.....Dentist Appointment for me. ICK...

 Postcard from Provence Art.

I've said this many times before- so reminds me of the path to the right of my front door when I lived in Germany....brings back good memories.  there was a restaurant down the path to the right...sort of a Beer Garden.  We went once. Husband and I.....and then never again. He just couldn't "have fun" with me. It was mutual for sure. 

I watched TV yesterday instead of reading.  Cable tv is expensive if you can never find anything to watch. I settled on this BLUE  STATION something Police Procedural set in  Canada....just north of Maine... seacoast living with cottages painted in candy colors....like they are here in Maine if you drive far enough along the Atlantic Coast.  

The cottages are vintage here in Maine with zero insulation.  Meaning no one lives in them once the weather gets chilly.  Ah the Sun has arrived.

I have been trying to renew a prescription.  With my Primary Care Doctor Office.  The recored message says they are "too busy" and I should email them. Thru my Patient Portal.  Everyone who thinks I'll do that put up your hand.........not doing that. Ever.  Last time I was there they didn't schedule an annual checkup either........too busy.  They might fit me in if I email the portal.  Laughing.

So Dentist.....I really really do not like Dentist Visits...usually just cleaning which is   UGH!!!!!! Ruins my entire morning just thinking about going.  Well, I am going to try the prescription thing once more. 

Daily Notes for Sunday August 23rd. Son has opened windows 74 and sort of cloudy.

 Postcard from Provence.  Cherries.

I started the day a bit late....lots of things have started spooling in my brain.   Things that worry me, bother me, irritate me......remind me of things I no longer wish to think about.  Too bad there isn't a "shred" button in the memory to get rid of things that bother us.  But I guess there is - it has quite a few medical names. No cure.

Tomorrow will be a fantastic DAY as it's Library Day and I have four or five books waiting to be picked up. I have a bag full of books to return.  I read most of them.

Today is Pizza Day....son is setting up all the items....preheating the oven.  I assist as needed.

I spent quite a bit of time searching the Family Recipe Card File while sort of watching Storage Lockers. I was looking for Peach Cobbler and found Cheer's recipe...I recall it being quite a nice cobbler.  She must have made it for one of our shared pot lunch dinners while I worked at the Library.

The fridge is making strange noises.....ah, it was my Son making strange noises.

Someone who was a Dear Close Friend and then told me to Rot in F-ing Hell among other things...has sent me an email today..just like nothing happened.  Not sure what to do.... she was discussing her grapes...I did reply that my grapes looked good. 

 From the house...I haven't been down in the weed covered overgrown mess to see if there are grapes.   Too dangerous for me if I tripped over some vines or something else and split my head open.  The space is separated by several large wood framed boxes.  Something blue is flowering down there.  Looks quite nice.

Daily Notes for Saturday August 22nd. Clouds...would be nice if it rained.

 Image from Postcards from Provence.

This morning...one of the very large and wide and heavy Christmas Cactus up on top of a tall European Cupboard...fell...hit the floor but didn't smash the clay pot... it's collected branches are now in the garbage bag.  The one on the right might decided to drop... lonely up there by itself.  But, I sort of like the clean spare look of the cupboard sans cactus.  I need to vacuum the whatever off the top of the cupboard (have someone tall vacuum the dust and dirt off the top for me). 

Re-arrange (more likely get someone to rearrange) the large metal restaurant use trays the plants sat on.  Center one tray and then the cactus.   If it plans on staying alive.

I grew these mammoth cactus from cuttings I collected from the greenhouse floor (at work).  It's been decades.  Reality strikes yet again as the clock on my Time Here runs out.  Most of my elderly relatives made it into their 80's but no further.  Better than husband's family where the men never got past their early 60's.

We seesaw between windows closed and AC unit running and windows open.  Which reminded me of my own bedroom windows.. now closed for the day...because it feels like rain.  I would like it to rain. My very very dry brown lawn would welcome rain or perhaps the ground is like cement and even a hard rain would serve little purpose.  It's been a dry summer here ...no storms pushing off the Atlantic into Maine.

I was (hand) sewing strips onto a square and went looking for additional fabric for strips 3 and 4.  Took awhile. I gave up....and then like magic there it was...a nice quarter yard right adjacent to the couch all along. .   Sewing the next two strips is like money in the bank....no hurry to spend it (or sew).   British Soccer.... watching it while it's here to watch.  The programing comes and goes..like the tide.

I bought peaches. Five Beautiful Peaches.  A cobbler sounds good.  An old Southern Georgia recipe card.  A throwback to the beginning of my story.  I hope it rains....