Almost 5:30 and still dark. The clouds rolled in overnight and the days are getting shorter. But it still hit 90 degrees yesterday and 2022 is officially the hottest year on record in Seattle.
The calendar for the next two weeks is dotted with various appointments that I'll be happy to have in the rear view window. The electricians finish up (hopefully) on Thursday, then the Wall Doctor Company comes the following week. We'll do the paint matching and touch-up ourselves, but at least things will be back together. Although I hardly notice the holes anymore-- it's amazing what you can get used to.
The yard is looking pretty shabby-shaggy and already time for cleaning out the beds. Some things were amazing this year, like the lilies and roses, but when they're done, it's over for another year. The roses usually get a decent second bloom but not this time. I think they bloomed too late and too hard to recover before fall.
Last week when I was in Twisp, the volunteer coordinator offered a referral for a new hospice patient. The poor man is in the same nursing home as my previous patient, frankly, a difficult place to visit on many different levels. When we're in relatively good health we take so many things for granted, like the ability to go places and do whatever we want. As the end of life approaches, the world can shrink down to the size of a room. A sad but true fact.
Anyway, time to get cracking. I feel better and just need to get my stamina back after laying around for weeks with a ice pack. And yes, feeling sorry for myself. It was a painful period but time to move on. Just a short break from exercise at my age, and it's absolutely pitiful how fast the conditioning disappears. Another sad but true fact!
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