It feels a bit strange and unsettling to try to order items from Amazon.com, things I order all the time like toilet paper and paper towels, and nothing is there. Even worse, you get this: We don’t when or if we’ll have this item back in stock.
Such is the world right now.
One of my dear readers I’ve known for a long time sent me a graphic that said something like: Gardening Has Not Been Cancelled. That made me smile.
Thank goodness for that good news! I don’t know about shopping at the garden center. But I’ll start looking at seed companies online.
I have chives growing and the mints and lemon balm are multiplying by the hour it seems. We’ve had lots of rain here.
I need to get outside and prune the rose bush and rosemary. I wanted to take the white clematis and move it to a bigger pot. But last weekend I tried to dig what was already in the big pot out in order to put the clematis in.
But the ornamental grass that was in the pot last year is proving quite difficult to dig out. I wanted that particular pot because it was next to the clematis and I wouldn’t have to lift to move it far.
All my patio furniture and my garden bench is still in the middle of the patio. I still don’t know what’s going to happen around here. But I don’t know that I want to move everything back and then move it again.
The maintenance man assures me that nothing is wrong. The company is not insolvent. There is a sign now at the front that says they will have renovated apartments for lease soon.
That would be ones someone has moved out of. So that’s reassuring.
My daughter came over yesterday and worked on the backsplash. The first time didn’t prove that difficult. But she had to take it off and start again. And this time she had such difficulty she said she never wanted to hear the words “peel and stick tile” again.
She told me if she’d known it would be this aggravating she’d have had her tile guy come over and tile the darned thing.
But she had had a hard few days and I think that was getting her down. She pretty much finished it and will come back and touch up paint and caulk. She said it certainly is not perfect. And I told her I didn’t expect it to be.
She nearly did her back in trying to lean over the counter for five hours. She is only 5’3. I hope my paying her and having her lay down on my back stretcher eased the pain a bit.
Now she can go buy the lamps she’s been eyeing for her living room.
I mentioned yesterday that her plumber let her know yesterday morning that he was at the hospital. He did not think just coming home from a cruise was reason enough to worry about contamination.
She spent a whole day with him early last week before he inexplicably got a strange rash all over his body. She is furious with him for not being more responsible.
Someone here commented that I shouldn’t have her come over because if he had the virus I would then be exposed.
But it was too late. I spent most of the day with her one day last week after her day spent with the plumber.
She told me that there is someone needing her round the clock. People selling houses. People buying houses. People buying her flip houses. People renting her houses.
Not to mention raising a teenage boy and 11 year old daughter.
There’s always something to be done and she seems overwhelmed right now.
I felt a little guilty that my life is really pretty simple. I don’t have to deal with people every day. I write this little blog and spend most of my days at home.
She said she’d give anything to just have some time to herself.
I am truly grateful for what I do. There is no way I could begin to handle what she does. I think the top of my head would blow off like you see in a cartoon.
No matter what is going on, I am grateful for my little apartment. For my two beloved pets. For the books I read free and the TV shows (Netflix, BritBox and AcornTV) that I watch at night.
I do worry about my Charlie boy. He has such a hard time coughing and getting his breath sometimes. I just try my best to calm him and help him through this.
And Ivy of course entertains me. Yesterday my daughter would stop and look around when there was a loud noise.
I kept telling her it was just Ivy jumping into empty boxes with her toys. She loves to jump from box to box and drop her toys inside.