Cloudy
It is a cloudy and moody looking sky. The rain has slivered off to the south east.
The yards are showing the dry season. I believe it was the middle of May that the mowing commenced to being a weekly item. It seemed to make the summer of 2024 go by quickly.
I did not keep up with the area north of the patio with what was Hosta plants and what was weeds. And . . . you know what . . . it didn’t bother me one bit. My gardening couldn’t continue has it had been and I filed it under, what had been.
I found contentment and satisfaction in my sewing studio sewing up quilt tops for the church ladies. At five when I shut down the lights in the studio, I turn to reading and hand stitching. Keeping our home tidy, managing to put a hot balanced meal on the table for suppers and never allowing the laundry basket to go overflowing allowed me to be tuckered out enough to get a good night’s rest. I do have nights the jumping nerves in my arm and leg get me up, take one of my prescribed meds, for just such a night. My left hand would jump and make a tight fist and the left leg would move as if I were taking a step. I would turn on my small light and read until the eyes were ready to close for the night. I had been told by my doctor that the nerves that had been impacted by the stroke would feel as if they were trying to reconnect. It was as if I was getting a trickle charge from electric fencing. The cardiologist feels that my movement on the left side has stalled with very little improvement to come. I can and have lived with that.
There is nothing that I have totally given up. It may be doing things a bit differently or at a slower rate. What’s not to like about that.
The sun is out and the temp is a bit muggy. Sunday is suppose to be a really nice day.
I have the list made out for Dennis to give to the fellow at Subway for supper. A 12″ tuna to split sounds wonderful.
This has been a quiet day and I believe we are ready for some of those.
With that I will take my leave. ♥