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Sunday Morning Chatter

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A cool grey Sunday morning. We turned the furnace on. It rained most of the day yesterday. Our water catchments filled to overflowing. The garden is quenched. I am feeling relaxed. The sun is trying to shine through the clouds, casting a pale light before disappearing again. I am trying to move forward though I am still living in sweat pants. Why not? They are soft and comfortable with deep pockets. I have no fancy places to go to.

I will head out to the greenhouse later this morning. It’s time to take down the snowpeas and give the space over to other plants. Though there are still peas coming, some of the leaves are turning yellow. The aphids are at them. Taking them down might rid the aphids. I still have a sweet one million tomato waiting as well as 2 bitter melons. I will try out a couple of brussels sprouts as they will grow too tall for the covered raised bed outside. There’s less chance of cabbage butterflies visiting the greenhouse.

My days are always busy. There’s always the yard and garden. There’s my father to visit. It’s a routine now to take him to a mall to walk and have a coffee. On days when we miss, it doesn’t feel quite right. I would feel fidgety with discomfort. It’s strange how we didn’t have much of a relationship till now, after my mother died. I gave all my love and attention to my mother. Maybe it is the times and their generation. It’s the mothers that did the bonding and nurturing. Then there’s the fact that we’re immigrants. My father left China when I was a baby. I didn’t meet him again till I was 6 when we reunited in Hong Kong for a year. Then he returned to Canada. It was almost 2 years before our family was united again.

Life is a complicated journey. I think if we knew better, we would have done better. I consider myself lucky I still have this time with my father to hear his stories. The other day I found this book called What My Father and I Don’t Talk About. I think the book found me. Someone/something knows what I need in these times. It’s funny how these things happen just what and when we need them.

THE EASIEST THINGS

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I awoke to a very cloudy/smoky morning, much worse than yesterday. Checking the air quality index, it is 11. It would be easy to go into my moody blues and stay there. I do not. Why? Because it doesn’t feel good. I don’t like suffering. I am feeling a little dumpy and lumpy. I am not jumping up and down with glee. I carry on the routine of the morning – mixing up dough for our Sunday sourdough pancakes. Too bad we don’t have any more bacon or breakfast sausages to go with them.

Now at 9 am, the sun is fighting its way through the smoke. It’s shine is a bit eery. It evokes a feeling that these are the last hours of our earth. Cheery, aren’t I? I am somewhat comforted by my walk through the greenhouse and garden. I love seeing the dangling bitter melons, hanging on by a thread. Mornings, the greenhouse is suffused with the sweet scent of their flowers. At long last, I see tiny baby cantaloups forming. I helped by hand pollination. I guess they still have time to grow, being in the greenhouse. Their mates are doing much better in the outside garden. They are almost ready to be picked.

It would be easy to be complacent, to sleep in with covers over my head, to not care. But it is just as easy to care, to get up, dress up and show up to life. It is never too late as I have learned through gardening. You might not get the best results but you do get something late as you are. Below is a photo of my bed of potatoes and beans sown in late July. We had harvested the garlic from it. Instead of just leaving it empty, I put in half a bed of beans and the other half in potatoes. The beans are flowering and the potato plants are big though not yet in blooms.

Writing this post was the easiest thing. I just sat down and my fingers talked. Nothing profound, just feelings of the moment – another Sunday morning coming down.

TIME THIS MORNING

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Sunny Sunday morning. Another new day. Another new week. I’m trying to utilize what I know for sure. Mornings are my best time for energy and for tackling hard to do things. It’s not working for me right now. I’m already sleepy eyed, not knowing what to do first. Even my fingers are limp with sleepiness and lethargy. Is it spring fever? What exactly is spring fever? I have never understood the term but I utter it anyways. It sounds good. Here’s what Wikipedia’s definition:

Spring fever is any of a number of mood, physical, or behavioral changes, which may be experienced coinciding with the arrival of spring, particularly restlessness, laziness, and even amorousness.

Laziness fits me the best at the moment. I am trying, fighting against it. Sandman is tugging at my eyes and my head is full of cobwebs. Perhaps another cup of tea is in order.

I’m back with my cuppa. While I was at it, I got out of my pjs and vacuumed 2 rooms while waiting for the water to boil. Living life in small moments do get things done. It’s easier to stay awake, standing up and moving. I continually surprise myself at how much I can do in minutes. I learned that long ago on a slow overnight train from Hiroshima to Tokyo. I found that a 7-minute shower card that came with my cabin was quite adequate for a shower and shampoo. I huffed, puffed and rushed unnecessarily. I had lots of minutes left over.

This morning I spun for a few minutes looking for the card for my appointments at the hearing center. I had put it in a ‘safe’ place. It was a mistake because I have forgotten where that place was. It was much better to leave it in its first resting place. But I did find it without tearing the house apart. This time, I wrote the dates in my notebook for such purposes. I have to remember to do it till it is a habit. I’m still remembering to put my credit card receipts in a little box for matching up with monthly statements.