My zinnias sure are vibrant and pretty right now. I finally got zinnias to grow from seed straight into the container. I’ve never been all that lucky with seeds.
It didn’t rain last night, which is amazing. My veggies don’t like all the rain. Their leaves are turning yellow.
I think one tomato is ripe enough to eat today. Can’t recall what kind of tomato plant I bought, but these tomatoes aren’t really round.
The other day I was looking through photos in my online libraries and came across the first photo I ever saw of Ivy Lou. She was just a wee thing. Much bigger when I brought her home.
Remember this photo? It’s not like I had a bunch of choices. She was the only female under a year old that they had. So I guess it was meant to be.
I took the cat carrier and went to meet her and bring her home at the same time. Charlie went with me.
It only took her about ten minutes to acclimate. She was quite socialized.
It was October and she immediately began to kill crickets that first evening. Then that first night she stuck one in the foot of my house shoe as a gift I suppose for giving her a true home.
This is the little somewhat blurry face that I fell in love with. There was something about the shape of her face and the look in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings.
Of course this photo was taken when she was a kitten. I brought her home at around 20 weeks old. She had to grow into those big ears.
She was named Allie back then. But that was too close to Abi for me. So she became Ivy.
Here she is now.
Silly as the day is long. Funny and curious and full of fizz, as my Granny used to say. She has fully grown into those ears. Which obviously in this photo shows that she’s perturbed about something.
She thinks she owns that chair. Which means I suppose she does, being a cat and all. They kind of make the rules, don’t they?
This morning she woke me up to feed her around 6:30. She does not meow. Well, occasionally she does. But then I know something really strange is going on. Because it’s only then that she meows.
Hers is more of a “meh” or “me” sound.
After she ate she walked along the window sill behind the curtains and laid down. I knew she was there because occasionally her tail would “thwap-thwap” against the curtains.
I laid in bed for a bit and watched her. She does this when she’s annoyed or excited. Like when she spots a bird.
Charlie is walking much better. I haven’t called the dog therapy number yet because he is currently doing well.
When I take Charlie somewhere, he shakes relentlessly the entire time. If it’s an hour, he shakes for an hour. If it’s longer, he still shakes. So I try not to upset him unless I think the reward will be greater than the anxiety of being there.
When I take him in the car with me to drive through the pharmacy to pick up meds or something, he just lays in his dog bed in the passenger seat and is happy as a clam. No shaking.
Sometimes he gets in my lap and I roll the window part way down so he can feel it on his face. He loves that.
If you don’t yet have ornamental grasses in your garden, consider getting some. They are so worth it.
I love to watch them wave in the breeze. Languidly dancing to a slow beat only they can hear.
The last Shipt delivery I received was delivered by a man. Probably in his twenties. A guy with a man bun. He was so efficient.
I could tell he was running this like a true business because he said he used his tax ID when shopping. And that he liked to bag his own groceries.
He was even better than the first girl about picking out my strawberries. I like a man who can pick out produce.
There’s something so non-threatening to me about a man with a man bun. I know that’s just silly. But I was perfectly relaxed around him.
He saw my patio and asked if he could take photos to show his girlfriend. I walked outside with him and an orange butterfly landed on my left shoulder. He pointed it out to me.
The butterfly remained there as I walked around with him, pointing out the herbs and telling him the names.
Does that have a meaning? A butterfly on your shoulder?
I asked the Shipt shopper if he wanted starts to basil that have freely come up in one of my big pots, and he said that would be great. So I took a little plastic pot and planted a few basil plants for him to take home. He said his girlfriend would love that.
I’ve now used Shipt three times. I think he was probably my favorite shopper and I tipped him $25. I’m hoping I get him again.
I’m going to PT today around noon. My ankle has been better this last couple of days. I wonder if it’s because I haven’t gone out since Friday? Haven’t had to drive my car.
This is progress but I’m wary about getting my hopes up. It’s been a good four days without pain. And I’m doing the exercises she taught me to do.
I’ll see how it feels to drive the few miles to the physical therapist’s office. If it means less pain and less PT sessions then Shipt is certainly worth the price.
Plus I’m not putting miles on my old but reliable car. And if there’s less pain that’s less money going to PT.
The sun is bright today. It lights up my patio as though Mother Nature is smiling down at my plants.
It is quiet outside. Just the sound of Ivy scooting a toy across the floor and the soft whir of the ceiling fan going round and round.
I love these mornings of solitude and peace.
Solitude is not the same as loneliness. Solitude is a solitary boat floating in a sea of possible companions. – Robert Fulghum