An Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue Day

I’m still restless today, desperately in need of something new to do, to think, to see, to say. Just anything new. I’ve never been one to go shopping for shopping’s sake, but I understand the urge for something . . . anything . . . new and different. But shopping, in this time of isolation, isn’t a possibility, and anyway, I don’t need any “thing.” Just a bit excitement, maybe.

Yesterday my bit of excitement was going for a walk, which turned out to be very nice. There also doesn’t seem to be any additional damage to my knee. Actually, the knee seems to be fine; somehow, though, in all that limping the past few weeks, I seem to have pulled a calf muscle. Sheesh. But even that is not bad. I just need to rest the leg today.

So what did I end up doing for excitement today?

I shoveled dirt.

Nope, not with a Cat — that was returned to the rental company a long time ago — but with a plain old shovel.

The ground behind the garage where the last segment of fence was erected was not level, so there are huge gaps between the fence and the ground, which sort of defeats the purpose of a fence since anything could wiggle its way into my yard. So today, I shoveled dirt to try to fill up some of those spaces under the fence.

It might not have been something new since I’ve done a lot of dirt slinging over the years, and it might not have been exciting, but it did need to be done, so it was satisfying in its way.

Hmm. This is beginning to sound like that wedding charm — something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Since the shoveling was both an old and a new experience, and the shovel was borrowed (the workers left it behind when they went off to do another job) so the only thing left is blue. And oh! How blue the skies were!

I also talked to the neighbor across the alley for a few minutes (keeping the requisite six feet apart). And then later my next door neighbor paused while walking her dog to exchange pleasantries, so this turned out to be rather a good old, new, borrowed, and blue day.


Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.

2 Responses to “An Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue Day”

  1. Carol Says:

    Just getting outside and being physically active can be beneficial during this unusual time in our lives. After a month of isolating, I’m feeling restless today, too. I think an hour in the garden might be in order.

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