Infections continue to rage here, as do deaths. Even Pittsfield has reinstated stricter lockdown measures. It’s mostly hitting nursing homes again. But I’m staying home with my asthmatic, easily upsettable bronchii.
We just heard today that a loved one’s got it now. Hopefully it will be a mild case, although she’s feeling pretty miserable at the moment.
Today is my granddaughter and good friend Anna’s 3rd birthday. I hate sounding like the clichéd grandparent, but it really is hard to comprehend how she’s already 3 years old. She had a tough beginning to life, but she has so much spirit that nothing could get in her way to becoming the spunky girl we know now. I’m fascinated to see who she continues to grow into.
Over the past few weeks since I wrote last, I’ve gotten annoyed at the baby hawk constantly squawking overhead but loved seeing baby blue jays pestering their parents in the trees. It’s funny to see such huge birds still wanting to be fed.
Our vegetable garden is starting its August rampancy. What looks in July like it’s never going to produce anything, in August explodes with beans and cucumbers. Our tomatoes are just starting to rev their engines. We discovered last year that you can pull out the plants by their roots in the fall and hang them in the basement, and any green tomatoes will ripen there. Amazing! It made growing tomatoes worth it. Our growing season is so short here that we used to get a few ripe ones before frost killed the rest. But we couldn’t have a garden without tomatoes, so we kept planting them. And then an old Berkshire farmer told us how to hang them. Thank you, Old Farmer!
We were talking about our increasing desire to Get Out of Dodge for a couple of weeks. I realized the other day that I haven’t had time off since January, except when sick, which doesn’t count. I love the view from our deck, but even that after 5 months starts to look like Sameness.
My phobia of being trapped has started to insinuate itself again. I’ve been good at not feeling it until about last week. Thank God I’m on anti-depressant/anxiety meds! I’d literally be suicidal by now without them. That steady drip drip drip of isolation stress is building up and would have flooded me if it weren’t for the miracles of science.
Anyone on meds for anything should never disbelieve in science. I hope all the anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers, etc., have never taken meds for a chronic illness, or know anyone who has. That includes blood pressure meds, insulin, asthma inhalers, allergy medicine, pain relievers, dry eye drops, hell—even bandaids. Do they still put moss and honey on cuts?
They’re either total hypocrites or in a state of complete cognitive dissonance.