Day 181: Hop, Hop, Hop

We got some rain. It perked up the plants. It also seems to have drawn out the toads. I saw three of them during my evening walk.

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Day 180: Next Best Thing

Usually I take the kids to Target for back-to-school shopping and let them pick out school supplies for themselves. They love Target, and they love shopping. I like taking them, too. Though it’s an exhausting trip, it helps them get excited about the new school year, which is important.

This year is different, though, thanks to the coronavirus. It’s not worth the risk to bring the kids to the store. So today I took a solo “trip” to the Target website.

I didn’t buy everything on the teachers’ lists. We have a lot of stuff left over from last year, and I’d like to use it up. I also decided not to worry about notebook and folder colors. It’s always hard to get supplies in the specified colors, but when you’re shopping online, it’s just not doable. I know teachers love their color-coding, but they’re not going to be here to see the colors, so whatever. I spent less money than I usually do. That’s a good thing, I know, but I’d happily spend more if it meant an end to the pandemic that’s keeping us home.

Once everything arrives, I would like to sit down with the kids for a creative session of decorating their notebooks and folders. We can brighten up the old stuff, maybe even change some colors around, and add a little personality. We wouldn’t normally do that, but I’m hoping it will help the kids get excited about school. It’s not nearly as good as a trip to Target, but it’s the best I can offer them.

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Day 178: Drought

Knowing that some parts of the country are suffering from extreme heat, I wish that everyone in America could share in the wonderful temperatures we’ve been enjoying here. I feel almost guilty about how nice our weather has been in comparison. But, I’m sorry to report that we, too, have a weather problem: it’s too dry. Wildflowers are wilting. The yard is so dry that it crunches underfoot.

I knew when I started to write this post that Rhode Island had had a below-average amount of rainfall this year. I wasn’t sure if we were officially in drought conditions, though, so I looked it up. We are. The whole state is in Severe Drought, according to https://droughtmonitor.unl.edu.

We’re not alone. Nearly all of New England is unusually dry. But we’re not at the highest possible levels of drought or having to deal with massive forest fires, as some places are. So I know things could be much worse, but I hope they will get better, not just for us, but for everyone.

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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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