A little late garden cheer. Not mine, the “other” community garden. The Cosmo in my garden is thriving even if I did have to go shore it up with a brick today as there has been wind recently. As most of the leaves from the giant oaks in the garden corners are down, the garden is like a sea of oak leaves. I have more perennials then ever and I was picking all the leaves off them this morning. A few things were buried, a lupine and a cinquefoil.
My periodontist is happy with the healing in my mouth, and I have been released for now from further treatment. Long may it last! I did bang up the gum transplant a bit with the edge of a cracker or something, but he said it was getting better all on its own, so no treatment.
I had a moment of panic this week when I didn’t know if the extensions had in fact been filed for the League’s taxes, due today. The accountant said they were going to do it, but I didn’t have proof. I woke up that morning with my stomach tied in knots. Blessedly, I was able to get confirmation in a few hours, and the relief was huge. What a challenge this all is.
Challenges keep us nimble and young, right?
Not feeling it. Feeling more my age these days. My actual age, not my fitness age. I could go on about all the things, the League things, lately there hasn’t been a dull moment. But I won’t.
I filled out my cat food order this month, (I order it in cases) with a cat toy. It is basically a kitten toy. It is bright orange, round and has four layers and each layer has two brightly colored balls (very much like beer pong balls though not quite as bright) that the cat baps and they go around and around. I am totally chuffed that Carlo is actually playing with it. Normally I am way more practical, but I just wanted a little splurge for him.
Mrs. Sherlock had her heart procedure. It went well and she says she is feeling better. Yay.
A number of years ago, almost exactly ten, I bought some Bluetooth Bose noise canceling headphones so that I could listen to classical music and audiobooks when I was recovering from dental surgery. They have become such an integral part of my everyday existence. I am conscious that as I am partially deaf, I need to listen to things at a bit higher volume than others and I listen to things all day long. But the Bluetooth capacity allows me to listen to things when I am exercising as well.
I could listen through my hearing aids. But that capability is finnicky. (I need to make a decision about getting new hearing aids in the next few years and where to get them and support and all that stuff.) I have had to replace the pads a couple of times and last time I did it I had trouble setting the pads in firmly into the headphones. I got them to work and then forgot about it all.
I took them with me to the garden and when I got home one of the pads was missing.
So frustrating!
I went through all the scenarios. Retracing my steps, buying new pads, living without, trying an alternative like using my hearing aids and in the end, like a spoiled late 80’s professional woman that buys a new car because the CD player in her old one is broken, I ordered a new pair of Bose noise cancelling Bluetooth headphones.
These current ones I will recycle to someone who can get new pads and get them fitted properly. These were on sale, so I ended up only paying $20 more than I did in 2015. I probably should have done more research as I would have if I had decided to buy a new set because they weren’t working anymore or some other practical reason. It looks like there are some new well-respected brands out there. Oh well. Needs be. Or practical be damned…
At least in my frustration it felt that way. Me, sadly, and capitalism, are a bit of a match.
We were talking this week in class about how hard it is if one moves out of the U.S., which a lot of sensible people are doing, to learn a new system of measurements. We got to talking about ponds, what makes a pond a pond, and how deep the water can be and still be a pond.
We talk about all sorts of things in class. Usually just after the movement, and I had read them a poem about a pond. And off we went. Apparently, a typical pond is six to twelve feet deep, sunlight can filter to the bottom. In the stuff we were reading it was three and a half meters maximum. I had two Canadian people in the class. They both knew their meters and feet and us metrically blind Americans were stumped including me. It was good natured fun though.
I later listened to a garden expert randomly talking about building the ideal pond.
The stuff we fill our heads with! Headphone wearing or not. The chances of me building a pond in this lifetime are vanishingly small. Visiting one right about now sounds like a good idea though. A break from all the things. At least in my head. And just think how knowledgeable I can be about ponds when I do.
Insufferably, so.
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