The Apples in My Orchard

It’s Tuesday. I had to remind myself of that when I woke up. It was dark and I heard rumblings in the distance. My husband was already gone with the dog for their daily walk. Knowing I did not have any morning commitments, I got up and ate. Slowly, I started to wonder what I’d write about today. I know I have editing to do on the poem compilations I’m working on. I have data entry to do on the State Natural Area that I am monitoring for monarchs. I have new sewing projects to pursue and more jewelry to make. I won’t want for things to do, I just hope I can do them. Here’s why:

The past few days have been weird.

Saturday started with rain. It cleared and we went blueberry picking. I wrote about that yesterday; it is a true Slice of Life piece, if you are interested. I started a sewing project and did some writing. I also cared for the monarchs I am raising.

Sunday was our 34th wedding anniversary! We started the day by going out to breakfast. We went to a place we commonly go to and the food was as tasty as always. Since we had a big breakfast, we thought we’d skip lunch and go out to dinner. But, by noon, I discovered the place we had planned to go this year had changed things up on their menu and was just serving pizzas and soups for their dinner hour. I didn’t want that. I searched for another place. Many places here are closed or close early on Sundays now. Huh? I guess it’s an expected result of post pandemic economics. So, I told my husband we should wait until the end of the week and go to a restaurant near our cabin for a fish fry (the quintessential Friday night dinner in Wisconsin). He agreed.

But, by mid-afternoon on Sunday, I was sick! Nothing major, just queasy and blah. Essentially, I felt like I had been hit by a Mac truck! I wondered if I had food poisoning, but nothing happened other than the sudden onset, nausea, and stomach cramps. After napping, a dinner of chicken noodle soup and crackers satisfied me. A night on the couch followed, watching the Olympics. Happy Anniversary, honey!

Yesterday, the ill-feeling continued but seemed to be improving. I worked on the new sewing project I mentioned above and did some, not much, weeding. It was a slowwwwww Monday. All I wanted was comfort food, so I made pan of mac and cheese for dinner. It hit the spot! I spent time after dinner reading and watching Olympic highlights.

It’s no wonder that by this morning, I had to remind myself of what day it was, as I haven’t been doing much that would tell me. It did start to rain, shortly after I heard the thunder this morning. All I could think of when I looked out on the yard, was that the earth was being fed.

Hmmm, I feel a poem in that thought…the earth is being fed by rain.
Maybe, it will be a normal day, after all.