July 12, 2023
Thunderstorms and lots of
rain. I know we’ve had lots of rain because David hasn’t actually watered the veggie
gardens for weeks. He’s happy about that—who wouldn’t be? The garden continues
to grow. Daughter read up on tomato plants because they keep getting taller and
taller, and that could be a disaster for them. She believes she has ended that
problem, however, as she has now “topped” them. There remain a lot of flowers,
and a few little green tomatoes starting to grow, so that’s good. And my, that
Swiss chard seems to be doing well. The beans are, too, so we have a lovely
harvest shaping up.
The wet, be it from rain or
humidity continues to be the bane of my existence, or at least of my arthritis.
I’ve been working on keeping my mind occupied with complex puzzles—well,
complex for me. I have long ago discovered that the less one focuses on one’s
pain, the less pain there is.
Acrostics continue to be my
favorite form of entertainment under the category of mind preoccupation. For
those who may not know, an acrostic is made up of two parts. There are standard
crossword puzzle-type questions, with numbered spaces provided for the answers to
the questions to be entered upon; then the letters of those answers appear in
the crossword grid above the questions. The key to solving this combo-puzzle is
working back and forth, because eventually you can discern words in the grid,
fill in the missing letters, which then appear in the spaces for whichever
question those letters belong to.
And while I have a few times
scored “above average” in completion time for these puzzles, mostly I’m below
average. I do my best to complete the puzzles, because I would rather be rated
very slow, than to qualify myself as a quitter.
There have been a few puzzles
that have stymied me. My current completion rate is 91.5 percent. The only hope
I have to improve that, going forward is of course, not to leave any puzzle I start
incomplete.
The writing seems to be going
a bit better lately, and that is something to celebrate. I still enjoy writing
as much as I ever have. My frustration came from my inability to focus, which
in turn was influenced by several outside factors. And while I understood that
I was in the same place that many were in, that didn’t mean I was content to
wallow. Though perhaps I did, just a little.
I have my car back from the
shop. It was awaiting repair for a couple of weeks, because the parts had to be
ordered from the U. S. But they came and the car is fixed and so we are mobile
for the foreseeable future, at any rate. We don’t go out every day. Usually, we’re
out and about once a week, but sometimes not. We neither of us feel the need to
get out and do things. We view outings as what we do when we need to either get
groceries or attend a medical appointment.
We really are turning into
proper hermits. We are older than we were, and quite probably more boring as
well.
Friday is wedding anniversary
#51 for us. We have nothing planned, as we had that lovely luncheon that our
girls hosted for us last year, and that was quite wonderful.
It was on a Friday evening,
all those years ago, that we exchanged our vows in that little church that had
been my family’s church when I was a child. David and I had been dating for
about a year, and we were expecting our first child when we said “I do.”
We’ll likely mark the day
quietly and privately, and really, that’s just perfect.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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