Leisurely Morning

This was one of those days that started out leisurely, and then suddenly, here it is, almost time to go to work, and I still have a blog to write, a meal to eat, cleansing to do, and all the other little chores one needs to perform before heading out.

It was a nice morning though, and despite not being as leisurely, it’s turning into a nice afternoon. I couldn’t ask for better weather. It’s sunny and warm, no winds (those will return tomorrow along with more fire warnings), plenty of non-searing sun (the sun around here can be strong enough to scorch one’s skin). Just an all-around nice day. Whether by coincidence or by dint of the mild day, I had enough energy to put the morning to good use.

Even though I watered my grass and other plants the day before yesterday, I took this opportunity to water everything again. A neighbor is supposed to come on Saturday to mow my lawn because he wants the clippings, and I want to make sure the grass has dried out enough to make the mowing easy in case he doesn’t show and I have to do it myself. Also, the winds that are expected tomorrow make watering difficult. In addition, I got a bit spooked when I heard that there might be water restrictions this summer because of the drought. I doubt watering extra now will help with less water later, except that perhaps it will settle in the sod even more. (Though after all these months, I don’t think my lawn can still be considered sod.) But the watering helps offset my worry.

I do tend to worry, even when I tell myself not to worry because things so often do work out, but I can’t help thinking that things work out because of the worrying. If I focus on something, thinking about all the probable ramifications and possible solutions, perhaps it’s that focus that keeps the things I worry about from happening. So if I heed my warning to not worry, will things still work out? Just one more thing to worry about!

Either way, I watered today, keeping my grass alive a bit longer, so that’s good.

In addition to the watering this morning, I also dug up and transplanted a couple of lilac sprouts from a neighbor’s lilac bush (with his permission). It’s not something I planned to do, but as I was watering and looking at my garden area from a different angle, I suddenly saw the perfect place for a couple more lilac bushes.

I also transplanted a tree. It’s not much of a tree, just a foot-tall seedling, but I’ve had it in a pot for a couple of years, and it’s outgrowing the pot. There is a spot that would be perfect for a small tree. A big tree could be problematic because the spot is fairly close to overhead wires. Even though this particular tree — a locust — grows tall, I planted it there anyway. I figure I can lop it off to keep the tree small and bushy, assuming, of course, I can continue to keep it alive.

Once the tree was planted, I poured a bucket of ornamental rock around bare dirt so it would fit with the surrounding area.

I think that’s all I did this morning. I’m so exhausted, it feels like more.

One thing I didn’t do was take a photo of the pretty tulip that bloomed today because I didn’t have to. I’d found the tulip in my yard last year and took a picture of it before transplanting it among the rest of the tulips. It looks exactly the same this year, so I’m using last year’s photo. Oddly, the photo was taken on this very same day last year.

Well, it’s been nice visiting with you. Now I’m off to deal with the rest of my small chores before I head to work.


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Unresolved Issues

I tend to worry about things, especially those I can’t do anything about, which makes sense because if I can do something about an issue, I would do it and not have to worry. A case in point: this current situation with the water meter showing that I am using water at the rate of 1000 gallons a day. I’ve already set things in motion to find out what is going on, but I can’t follow through. It snowed for almost twenty-four hours straight, and we’ve been dealing with below zero temperatures, so there’s not a whole lot of probing for outside water leaks that can be done. Nor can anything be done about the meter until it’s been shown there is a problem with the meter itself (which the water company vehemently denies.)

So I worry, but not the anxious or frantic or agitated or feeling mental distress sort of worry. The worrying I do is the more insidious kind — pushing thoughts around in my head, continually going back to them to see if there is a different way of looking at them, and touching the thoughts the way one probes a sore tooth. When I do manage to put the thought out of my head, I feel it in my body, a sense of forgotten things left done.

But nothing changes. Nothing can change until the snow melts at least partway ant the ground warms up a bit.

Because of this tendency to worry, I’ve always been one to charge at problems. I don’t like unfinished things, the sense of having forgotten things, or feeling as if things are hanging over my head, so I try to do whatever I can to resolve these things. I don’t know if any of this — the worrying at things or the charging in to fix problems is good or bad, and I doubt it matters. Life goes on either way. (Well, life goes on until it doesn’t, but that’s a completely different discussion.)

I’ve been doing well keeping things out of my head and learning to deal with unfinished things since there are so many unfinished things to be done around the house and the yard, but this water meter thing has me flummoxed.

In the end, I’m sure, it will all work out. Meantime, it’s just one more unresolved issue in my life.

In a way I should be glad of such issues — it gives me something to blog about. Otherwise, all I’d be discussing is shoveling the snow and it’s bad enough having to do the work without having to talk about it.


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