Yesterday was beautiful. Perfect for going out and taking pictures which is what I wanted to do. It was also the day I needed to change the bed linens. The birds needed feeding and the deck cleaning. I had to cook the Duke’s next batch of food because none was left.
I’d run the rice cooker the day before, so the brown rice was ready, but I had to cook the meat, sauce, rice, then let it cool. Freeze one, put the other in the fridge.
Also, there was dinner. I had to do something with a small package of chicken, already defrosted. Since I have a lot of vegetables, to turn this into food I had a la lot of slicing and dicing to do. I was up early so there was enough time — but I forgot about how tired I am when I’ve been on my feet for five or six hours. By the time I was done with various tasks, I was tired, but we hadn’t left the house.
I was not going to miss photography. I hoped the compression socks would do their job. It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Garry was ready to go. We stepped out the door and a big piece of dead tree cracked off and fell into the yard. It was a big limb. Small tree-sized.
It bounced off the fence, into the yard where it still is sitting, waiting for someone a lot stronger than me to toss it back into the woods. I don’t think it caused much damage. Finally, we left. It was after five when we got home. I still had to make the dinner,.
An hour later, I got to sit down and put my feet up. I had pictures but I hadn’t written or processed anything. In this case, processing is just reducing the size and cropping. I didn’t see anything I could do to improve them otherwise.
I fell asleep with Adobe open. It was clear I was not going to do anything more. I was wiped out. I had been tired when we went out, more tired when we got back, really REALLY tired by the time I done with dinner. I had done as much as I could do.
We still stayed up to watch the first American League Division playoff. The Sox lost.
When I peeled off the socks, my feet weren’t huge, though all the veins were bulging — but my toes were so swollen they didn’t look quite human.
Finally, there was bed. I think I was unconscious before I finished putting my head on the pillow and for the first time in years, I slept through the night into the morning.
My toes are still swollen. Today’s dinner plans involved a lot of cutting and dicing but I am reconsidering my plans. Usually, I’d have gone out and done some more photography today because it is another beautiful day. The meteorologists say by early next week, we will be at peak foliage. Probably we are already at peak near the river and canal, but my feet won’t are staying home and the rest of me just won’t go without them.
It will have to wait until tomorrow or, if it rains, Monday. Right now, the sky is clear blue without a cloud to be seen, but who knows about tomorrow?