Day 177: A Little Hope

The season is changing and temperatures are falling. Ticks are less of a threat now. Soon it will be possible to walk in the woods without having to swat away gnats every three seconds. I’m looking forward to returning to some of my favorite walking paths.

But I find that I like walking on my own property, just for the convenience of it. It’s good for me to take breaks during the workday, and I do that now almost every day. So, even as I am planning to walk farther afield, I am also thinking about how I can improve my walks here at home.

One thing I’m thinking about is trying to make a walking path on my own property. I have two acres of land, much of which goes unused, so this is theoretically doable. The path would start on one side of the driveway and follow the crest of a slight hill, loop around another small hill and connect to the woodland trails, in case we wanted to go that way. Then it would follow the property line all the way around the house, down the front yard, to turn toward the hulking rock at the front of the property. It’s an interesting rock that would be fun to climb from time to time. Then the path would turn again to cross a bridge over the Sometimes Stream and end at the driveway, across from where it started.

The bridge, though as of yet unbuilt, has always been part of my long-term landscaping plan. If you have a stream, you should have a bridge to cross it, right? The stream may not be constant (it tends to disappear during the dry months of summer), but the bridge would always be nice.

Making a permanent path would be complicated. The complications are that my husband and I would need to finally decide on how long we plan to live here, how much money we’re willing to spend on improvements to the property, and what our long-term landscaping plans are. We’d also need to know the exact locations of the property lines. There are ticks, poison ivy, and briers to contend with. And, of course, there’s no bridge yet.

But, it would be fairly easy to get started in the wooded areas. Wearing my tick clothes, and/or waiting until winter, I could blaze a trail along the path of least resistance and remove the underbrush. Once it was cleared out, it would be safe enough for walks during the cooler months. If I inadvertently crossed the property lines, no one would notice, and it wouldn’t matter much as long as I didn’t make any permanent changes. A few well-placed stepping stones would let me cross Sometimes Stream without a bridge.

My husband likes the idea of a walking path, not surprisingly, since it was his idea. He’s eager to work on it, and that’s great, because it’s not going to happen without him. It might just be a pipe dream, though, for both of us. I need to accept that. We have a lot of things we want to do around the house, but with limited time, energy, and money. Our track record is pretty spotty. That is to say, we’ve had more than a few pipe dreams over the years.

So I’m not saying it’s going to happen, but it could happen. As long as it could happen, it gives me something to hope for. And these days, a little hope goes a long way.

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Day 176: Sweater Dress

I am wearing a sweater dress. It is a soft dress, comfortable enough to lounge in, and just the right weight for this cool, fallish night. Wearing real, non-pajama clothes makes me feel almost like a normal person living in a normal world, as if I might at any moment leave the house, like normal people do. But it’s late, and the world isn’t normal anymore. Time to change back into pajamas and go to bed.

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Day 175: Chores Never End

Every day I do dishes and laundry. If I didn’t, dirty dishes and clothes would pile up all over the place, and we’d have nothing to eat off of and nothing to wear. But, as anyone who has to maintain a living space knows, that’s the bare minimum for household chores. So I try to make myself do at least one extra cleaning chore per day.

Today I dusted the bedroom. It doesn’t sound like much, but though we keep the room sparsely decorated, dusting still requires me to pick up, dust off, and dust under about a billion things, half of which are breakable and/or could damage the furniture if I weren’t careful enough. So I was careful, and now it’s done, and tomorrow I get to vacuum, because chores never end.

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Day 174: Should I Wear Shoes?

I always page through old magazines before I recycle them. I look for interesting articles that I may have missed, as well as themes and quotes to use for work. As I was looking though the May/June issue of Rhode Island Monthly, I found an article about someone doing a statewide survey of ants.

That reminded me that I had seen a weird ant in my back yard earlier in the year. I had tried to get a picture of it, but the bug moved fast, and it ran away before my camera could focus. But I did capture one shot, albeit a blurry one.

Weird Ant

Alas, I do not have a new ant to contribute to the survey. Though this bug may look like an ant, and though, as it turns out, its common name includes the word “ant,” it’s not an ant. This tricky little thing is most likely a velvet ant, which is actually a type of wasp. By my best guess, it’s a four-spotted velvet ant, and specifically a female (you can tell because the males have wings). These suckers are said to give incredibly painful stings, so I should be thankful that I didn’t step on it barefoot.

Poison ivy in the yard wasn’t enough to make me wear shoes. It just made cautious. Neither were the blister beetles, bees, or bramble. Spurge? Eh. So do you think velvet ants are enough to convince me? It seems unlikely. But yes, I probably should wear shoes!

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Day 173: Thankfully Unread

I have read most of the Agatha Christie novels that feature Hercule Poirot, but not quite all. Many times over the last few years I’ve thought about finally finishing them off, but somehow I never did. I’m glad I left a few for now. I started last night on Three Act Tragedy, and there are at least four others still unread, sitting in a neat little stack in my office. They give me something to look forward to.

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Day 172: Swearing

Sometimes when I’m surprised or angry, I say “Fuggernuts!” or “Furganots!” in place of the usual vulgarities. I don’t know where these words came from, but I’ve noticed that I’m using them more often lately. There’s a lot to swear about these days.

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Day 171: Wreck Today

I couldn’t fall asleep last night, so I was up until 5:30 a.m., and I’m a wreck today. At least I didn’t wake up with any weird dream missions to fulfill, though. Always gotta look on the bright side of things.

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SITY: Today’s Turtle

I was sitting outside, absorbing a little sun, when suddenly a turtle stepped out onto the driveway. In all the years we’ve lived here, I have never seen a turtle on our property before. I called the rest of the family out to witness this marvel. We all oohed and ahhhed, and I took the turtle’s picture.

Painted Turtle

My husband questioned whether we should take it across the road to the place where there’s usually standing water. I wondered, too, but knowing how bad humans are at figuring out animal wants and needs, I decided to let the turtle find its own way. There were several directions it could have gone to find water, including a route under the road, and that’s the trajectory it was on. I went outside later and it was nowhere to be seen. I hope it found its way home.

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Day 170: Dream Mission

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but 41% of small business owners who own a dragon have a vacation home in either Alabama or Mississippi. I dreamed about this statistic and awoke with understanding that I needed to share it with the world. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed yet, so I burrowed back into the sheets but told myself not to fall asleep again. I fell back asleep, though, and dreamed again about the 41% of small business owners with their dragons and vacation homes in Alabama and Mississippi. Clearly it was important, so I did not forget, and now I have fulfilled my dream mission of sharing this vital information with the world. Do with it what you will.

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Day 169: Turnaround

In a strange and sudden turnaround, the school committee voted for all students to start the school year with distance learning. This vote did not affect me, so it made me neither glad nor angry, just surprised. I watched the video of the meeting, because I was curious. I listened to the reasons given, and it seemed that they had acted out of genuine concern for everyone’s health and well-being. Other townspeople were angry, though, and they accused the committee members of lying, among other things.

I am sorry that my fellow townspeople had their choice taken from them. I understand their anger. Still, I wish they would be a little kinder and more understanding toward the school committee. This was a life-or-death decision, and I’m sure it weighed heavily upon the committee members, and still does.

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