Field Notes- Friday, May 5th. Sunshine, mid Fifties. Birds and Squirrels in the yard.

 I think I selected this image for the file...because of the coloring page.  Husband would have enjoyed coloring that image.  I would like to find a coloring book (for him) with this sort of imaging. But we've looked everywhere locally.  Maine is such a waste of space.

He's out filling up the bird feeders.  Most of the seeds are being eaten by squirrels.  Useless thugs of the animal world.  Though I think there are humans who actually eat squirrel meat.  I wonder if it tastes nutty. Like acorns...which the squirrels will be eating in the Fall. Getting fat.

I am tired.  Bone Tired.  Feeling all of the 76 of my years right now.  Up until a few weeks ago- I felt young.  Younger.  But not today. And not yesterday.  Or the day before.  

I wrote a letter today- my handwriting was wobbly.  I HAD lovely handwriting.  Cursive. Not anymore. I had noticed it on the most recent "bill paying" day.  The wobble.  The stutter is the once fluid lines. Age.

It creeps up and then...finally you notice the change.  I also notice I sit more.  Resting.  I do less. That has been more gradual...... cooking less.  Cleaning the house less.....dust piling up.  This house makes a great deal of dust. All on it's own. No help from us.

Also the cold.  May and I am wearing a wool sweater, wool socks and my fingers are cold.

A gift I sent...has been received with JOY....it's arrival, at first, not welcomed. But I knew it was just the right thing for this person.  A perfect fit.  Not all gifts are that.....a perfect fit.  This one was. Is.

So, a good ending to the week.  The Mail Woman has just picked up my Wobbly Letter.  And it is on it's way, eventually, to California.  To my Son.  Contains clippings of the latest, very LOCAL, Rocket Test of a company on the retired Navy Base (close by- almost next door).  I might consider going over there to watch the next one.  When I worked I drove past everyday.

I did so many things when I worked.  Now I do nothing.