Almost The Weekend

I wish I knew what kind of rose this is

But really, since we're staying home most of the time anyway - there are no movies we can go to, no restaurants to dine inside - weekends feel like most of the rest of the week anyway.  I do enjoy Sundays, we still set that day aside to worship, even though our worship consists of creating our own Sacrament meeting here at home, the day is mentally kept as holy a sabbath as we can.  It still just doesn't feel like the weekends are much different than any other day.

So, it's been an interesting week.  Yesterday the long-awaited, and postponed dermatologist visit finally happened.  The Husband has been examined, zapped, frozen and prescribed.  The answers to most of his questions about why his skin is doing this or that was met with such a scientific answer:  that's just the way your skin is.  We've ordered some special cream for specific spots of issues, and will have a prescription cream delivered (who'd have thought we could have a prescription delivered?!) for other specific spots.  I am so relieved to have managed to keep the appointment, it's good to know what we're dealing with and that none of it is anxiety-producing, just requires close attention.

I admit it, I stole this.

We've been to Home Depot, and acquired cages for the tomatoes - the ones that are this year in crop rotation to protect both the soil and the produce.  We've been for walks and more walks. We've planted the columbines (hope they like where they are) and sown more cosmos seeds (hope they'll germinate).  And the (mostly) dead tricolor beech has been taken down to the stump and out for removal. I said mostly dead because as I was holding the tree for sawing down I could see several little fresh shoots coming out near the base.  But all the limbs were dead.  It so breaks my heart to lose one of our favorite trees.  We'll be careful with the watering of the remaining tricolor - don't want to lose it as well.

Just the trunk, now it's all gone

I'm reading too much news.  The predictions, projections and reports not only change every day, they more-often-than-not contradict each other within the span of a few hours.  The political climate is nothing but polarized and hateful.  It's no wonder I've been struggling mightily to find some equanimity at the very least and some cheerful spirits at the better end of the spectrum.

I'm so grateful that we are here in our comfy home, complete with a list of things to do to maintain it.😊  I'm grateful for surroundings that are filled with enjoyment (in spite of the "chores"). I'm grateful that we were able to get someone to do the lawnmowing.  It was time. I'm grateful for the gift of a couple handmade wood combs for my hair.  I'm loving how they reduce the static in my currently troublesome hair. (In my next life I'll have great hair.) How thoughtful and generous!!  I'm grateful that some people don't prune their lilac bushes, leaving some branches overhanging the trail or street so I feel less guilty about stealing a sprig to sniff throughout my walk.