Yesterday, the gardener came and cleaned up all the leaves. The place look GREAT. Today, about a million oak leaves fell off the trees and it looks like it was never done at all, so I guess the gardener will have to come back. This is a real case of “doesn’t it just figure” that as soon as we get the place cleaned up, the oak leaves drop? I mean, we have a lot of oak trees and they have a lot of leaves. I thought the oaks would hang on another week or two, but not even 24 hours after cleaning…
I was watching the leaves fall as I sat here this afternoon. It was a blizzard of oak leaves. Although it’s lovely living in the woods, it is also very messy. Meanwhile Garry went to find out what was wrong with his hearing aid. You want to take a guess on this one? Aw, come on. Take a guess.
You got it! On the first try! It was completely clogged with pollen and dog hair. They cleaned it out and gave him tools to keep cleaning it. It’s the dog hair and pollen that keep us feeling like we have a permanent cold. It has a lot to do with the daily sneezing fits, headaches, and itching. At least they raked out the garden. That was a bit of a nightmare. Just looking at it gave me the heebie-jeebies. Now, while it isn’t exactly in bloom, at least it was — as of yesterday — neat. Now, I’m sure it’s got half a foot of oak leaves.
Tomorrow I have to go get my spine worked on. I’m just a wee bit nervous about needles and my spine, but I’m out of options. If I can’t find a way to improve it, my future looks pretty grim. I can barely move now. In five years, I’ll be rigid from arthritis pretty much everywhere. There is almost no bone in my body that isn’t arthritic and it isn’t going to get better. Whatever they can do, I need them to try. I’m out of options.
Between me and Garry, we have so many doctor appointments while we are trying to make up for all the canceled appointment that we missed during the pandemic. I’m a full year overdue for checking me out for cancer — and Garry’s a year overdue for a whole bunch of hearing tests. But this time, it’s not the audiologist he needs to see, but the actual doctor. It’s going to be January before we have some time off. How ironic that the pandemic is now as bad or worse than it was earlier and how doubly ironic that our useless former president is so busy trying to be a winner that he’s letting Americans die. Literally making no effort of any kind to take care of the people he swore to protect and serve. Some president. Some leader. The man is a total loser. Even now, he doesn’t have it in him to stand up and be a man. He has lived his life as a loser and he will die a loser.
Meanwhile, it’s as warm as a summer’s day but it could snow tomorrow. Mother nature has taken an attitude toward we puny humans and who can blame her?