I had been to a small girlfriend potluck and one of my friends was coughing into her elbow and saying she felt terrible, but didn’t think she was contagious. Really? I tried to keep my distance, but…
At first I thought it was the awful pollen this year. We live in an area where there are lots of loblolly pines. My silver gray car becomes yellow and unfolding leaves on the perennials are coated. It makes me thankful my lungs seem to take it in stride. My eyes and throat not so much.
But three days after being exposed, I was down for the count. Two days in bed (that’s unheard of for me) and then a lot of time on the couch. That nasty virus just wouldn’t let go. I’m one of those people who gets bronchitis after a cold and I have an inhaler to use so that doesn’t happen. I didn’t end up with the hacking cough others who got this are stuck with.
I binge watched episodes of Fixer Upper wondering how Jojo doesn’t slap her doofus husband up side the head more often. I read, I slept. After five days, I went outside and did an hour in the garden, then back to the couch. No stamina and things to do, dammit.
And just when I thought my husband was in the clear, he came down with it. Two days of awful and then just feeling punk. He probably wasn’t too happy about the five yards of mulch I had delivered yesterday. I wanted to get it in before the rains we were supposed to have. Weather people have been promising rain and we really need it.
I bit the bullet and put out some tomato plants in my raised bed at home. It’s a little early, but they were getting so leggy even though I was pulling them outside the garage every morning where the breezes would strengthen their stems.
My next chore is to get the drip irrigation system up and running. I know from last fall there is a leak in the big line so that has to be fixed. And I will get the timers set before I install them on the hose so I’m not lying on my back trying to figure that out. It would be a lot easier if there were eight days in the week.
The wooden step ladder I used to create a jury rigged plant light setup, is now no longer needed, I’ve installed it in one of the raised beds. I planted cukes and spaghetti squash seeds at it’s base. It’s an experiment to see if I my $5 yard sale find works as a plant support. I don’t know why it wouldn’t. Now we just need some warmer weather so the seeds will germinate.
My writing partner, Laura Ambler, and I are in a holding pattern right now. We had a phone conference on Thursday with someone whom we hope will help us with a marketing plan for our books and screenplays, but it got cancelled. Until that happens, I’ll be moving mulch. The gardens will look so much better when that’s done.