May 4, 2014

• it and myself

  Dreamed I was at Mother's estate sale and there were no bidders.

  A crushing ennui. Mornings, I rush through breakfast and bath, so I can sit comfortably in my chair. Then, I sit in it until I hate it and myself.

  While Mary was at mass today, I got myself moving, with some difficulty. At the outpost, I had nearby sightings of rabbits, turkeys and a groundhog. But, that wasn't enough to break me out of my stupor.

  Cheese Krystals for lunch.

  On another outing, I noticed the red clover is beginning to flower and there's at least one specimen of blue-eyed grass next to the driveway.

  

  Red Clover.

  

  Blue-eyed Grass.

  
  Parts of the field are already covered with valerianella. Mary should have her first red rose tomorrow.

  Deborah went to cemeteries without Mother today. They are having a tiff. Mother wants to be petted. Deborah only offers sternness. Burned out, I fear. But, there's no vacation for her.

  The bronchitis has diminished to the point of being almost unnoticeable. Surely tomorrow it will be gone entirely.

  72.8 °F, clear.

  • 8:20 pm
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