It’s been my favorite kind of weather lately, when it hasn’t been raining. I love it when the fall colors are out and the sky is dark and brooding, the air is cold and brisk. I know it’s dangerous, but I took a photo of the road yesterday on my way to Christine’s while I was driving, and yesterday afternoon I took a photo of our back yard with a rainbow.
Aside from taking Luke to visit Christine on Monday, I didn’t do much else. I planned to go back to my senior exercise classes on Tuesday, but on Sunday I was out in the orchard planting bulbs and did something to my knee. I don’t know what I did, only that when I came back in, it was very painful to get my foot out of my muck books. My knee was painful the rest of the day and the next one, although it improved a lot on Tuesday. I’ll see how it is next week before trying to go exercise.
I was worrying last week about my bulbs. I may have mentioned my project to recreate in my orchard the knoll by my aunt and uncle’s house that was covered with daffodils every spring. Every fall, I’ve been planting a dozen or so daffodils in the orchard. The first few years, I just bought whatever yellow ones I found in the hardware or farm store, and the result was a mixture of sizes that bloomed at slightly different times. But for the last three or four years, I’ve been ordering the bulbs from a company in the Netherlands, and I get really big, strong flowers that are all the same kind and come up at the same time. My recollection was that they were mailed in October last year and took a really long time to get here from the time that I got the email saying they’d been shipped, about a month. So, when I realized last week that I hadn’t heard anything about them, I began poking around on their web site trying to find the information about the ship date for fall for my region, but I couldn’t find it, probably because it was over. Then on November 1 I got the shipping announcement, so I thought I was going to be trying to plant bulbs at Thanksgiving or even later. However, they showed up on Saturday.
So, on Sunday during the few hours that it wasn’t raining, I planted eight of them (one problem is they come in larger quantities than I actually want to plant each year, and I sometimes have to dig several holes before I can get one deep enough, that isn’t running into rock or tree roots), and on Monday I gave away four to Christine. I’ll probably give Diane from art class another four bulbs today, and I thought I’d plant another eight today, since it was one of the few days when it wasn’t supposed to rain, but that was before I hurt my knee.
Last week I finally completed the last thing I had to do to finish cleaning out our pantry after our mouse invasion last winter. I had to haul everything off the floor in the last section of the pantry and vacuum up the mouse doodoo. Which leads me to a story. When we moved, we bought a box of newsprint paper at the Uhaul store for wrapping china and glass. The box is nice and compact, but it contained so much paper that we had a lot of it left after the move. I found it came in handy for things like shucking corn and lighting the fire. I kept in on the floor of the pantry, down flat so it could be easily opened, with just a box of different types of tape on top of it. Then it vanished. At the time, I just remember being confused and thinking I hadn’t noticed I was getting low on it. After several months, I ordered some more paper, but it came in a huge roll that I’ve had sitting upright in my office, and let me tell you that it is awkward and in the way. I haven’t seen the box of paper for years.
Well, what do you think I found, tipped on its edge and pushed up against the back of the pantry with a whole bunch of things in front of it so that it wasn’t easy to get to at all, and not even visible? Before it got rearranged by you-know-who, I only had a few things that I could get at easily on that floor, and last week it was stuffed with things that shouldn’t have actually been in that pantry at all. And I probably don’t have to mention that I had said things to Wayne several times about not being able to find that box.
We still haven’t gotten our grooming schedules set up so that Christine and I can go out for breakfast on that day. Christine told me yesterday she would talk to her groomer, but I haven’t heard anything. The problem is that there are several days during the week when one or the other of the groomers doesn’t work. We need to catch them together.
And that’s it for the day. I am running late!