Charlie and I have settled into a routine. Much like our old routine really. But a little different. He is easy. He does want out a lot. He loves the outdoors, sniffing where squirrels have been on the patio.
I haven’t seen the baby Bewick wren again. Maybe it has learned to fly and begun its own journey.
I wonder if Mama bird and baby bird ever see one another after the fledgling learns to fly? Does the baby fly away and not look back, off to parts unknown?
The sweet alyssum smells glorious. I could not find the purple sweet alyssum this year.
Did you know that sweet alyssum is a member of the mustard family?
Speaking of perfumed plants…
Do you recall my getting a potted gardenia at the nursery around the first of the year? I was told I could keep it indoors. Well, I never could get the blooms to open into flowers.
So about a month ago, I repotted the gardenia into a bigger pot and put it outdoors.
What you see above is the first flower. Others are about to open. They smell wonderful as well.
In the mornings when I wake up, I am no longer surprised that Abi is not here. I have adjusted to her absence. Still I miss her terribly. I cry. I mourn.
The anxiety meds my doctor ordered are helping. I take a small bit of a pill in the morning. I was already taking it at night before sleep.
It helps to level my emotions, though they’re still there just under the surface. I suppose they will be for some time.
Charlie never did quite learn to be fully house trained. Which is why I asked for and have vinyl floors. I tried my best to train him. It just didn’t fully take. It is what it is.
At times Abi had accidents too. I do not let such things bother me. It surely isn’t the end of the world. It isn’t worth making a big deal about because you love them and what would be the point? Anyway, that’s how I look at it.
I am now reading “Not Perfect.” It is about a wife and mother who wakes up one morning to find her husband gone. He has left them without money or a way to locate him.
She tries to keep life as normal as possible for her two children. Their father traveled a lot for his job, so she tells them he is on an extended business trip.
Though they live in a luxury apartment, she has resorted to stealing small items from stores and friends. Things she has no money to pay for. Like dish washing liquid, a loaf of French bread. At home she writes each item down so she can one day repay it.
The cupboard is almost bare and she has to feed her children, but she cannot find a job.
She lies to people who know her. Her best friend, the other mothers at the fancy private school her children go to, which fortunately has been paid for the year.
Her husband left ominous words if she reveals his absence: “I will tell them what you did.”
The reader is not sure what she did, and it is not apparent that she knows either. A good read.
Have a nice holiday weekend, doing whatever it is you plan to do. Summer is now upon us.