As I watered the patio plants this morning I heard the ducks flying overhead. I looked up to see them soaring high, flapping toward their destination.
Meanwhile since yesterday Charlie has been on the scent of something out there. He moves quickly across the patio, nose to the ground, seeking a critter that must have been out there.
A squirrel perhaps? But there are always squirrels out there and it doesn’t cause him to get this crazed. Maybe it’s another kind of critter.
As I water with my hose I have to watch the fuller plants for movement so I don’t wash him down too. I will see the leaves jerking and know he is under there somewhere.
After I cleaned my apartment yesterday afternoon for the first time in two weeks, Charlie got a bath. So he doesn’t need another one.
I put on the goggles I bought before I dusted. Still my eyes itched afterward. They’re still itching today.
I’ve always had a problem with dust. Seems to run in the family, as my great-grandmother had the same problem.
Now I probably won’t clean again for another two weeks after I get my left eye surgery Wednesday morning.
I did other chores where I have to be near the floor. Once a month I put a baking sheet under the front of the washer to drain the water left inside.
You open up a little door and untwist the small rubber mechanism and let the water drain out. The leftover water in the machine comes out onto the baking sheet and I pour it into the nearby sink.
I keep my baking sheets and pots and pans in my dishwasher, since I never use it. It’s a good place for extra storage.
There’s quite a few plants outside that could use a bit of trimming and shaping, but I probably won’t get around to it. Just makes my eyes itchy to be out there.
I’m not the only one around here with allergies. Charlie coughs quite a bit and I give him generic children’s cough medicine, which calms it right down.
He seems to feel fine from what I can tell. No more blood on the floor. But I expect it back again most likely when he finishes this round of antibiotics.
That’s what has happened the last two rounds. He will finish this round next week.
Last night I finished reading Karin Slaughter’s “Pieces Of Her,” then began reading “The Daisy Children.” This book is set in East Texas, where I moved here from. I recall all the little towns mentioned in the book.
Here is the Amazon summary:
Inspired by true events, in Sofia Grant’s powerfully moving new novel a young woman peels back the layers of her family’s history, discovering a tragedy in the past that explains so much of the present. This unforgettable story is one of hope, healing, and the discovery of truth.
Sometimes the untold stories of the past are the ones we need to hear…
When Katie Garrett gets the unexpected news that she’s received an inheritance from the grandmother she hardly knew, it couldn’t have come at a better time. She flees Boston—and her increasingly estranged husband—and travels to rural Texas.
There, she’s greeted by her distant cousin Scarlett. Friendly, flamboyant, eternally optimistic, Scarlett couldn’t be more different from sensible Katie.
And as they begin the task of sorting through their grandmother’s possessions, they discover letters and photographs that uncover the hidden truths about their shared history, and the long-forgotten tragedy of the New London school explosion of 1937 that binds them.
After I get the eye surgery and recovery out of the way, I’m probably going to have to see someone about my shoulder problem. I can’t sleep on my right side any longer due to the pain.
I’ve seen a chiropractor and had visits with the acupuncturist. The acupuncture helps, but just for a few days. Then the pain is back.
Of course typing is part of what aggravates it. I wear a brace on my right hand when I type, but still there’s the pain in the shoulder. It’s always something, isn’t it?
I can see that it might be a long day of getting up and down. Charlie wants out constantly to rove the patio and sniff, and I won’t let him be out there unless I’m there watching him.