I'm betting I skipped a day in there. I skip over numbers - this is why I can't follow a knitting or crochet pattern, struggle with any exercise or dance that requires counting, and struggle with standardized testing (among other reasons.) Numbers don't tend to make sense to me - there's no logical pattern to them. You just memorize and there it is. I need a logical pattern or connection to remember it.
That's one theory anyhow. Possibly wrong. But there you go.
I take a mental health day off work - actually taking a four day weekend, one vacation day, with labor day. (I have 16 vacation days left and three personal days. So kind of need to burn a few off - particularly since it's highly unlikely I'm going anywhere anytime soon. Our government has lost its mind.)
Anyhow - didn't just take the day off work - also took it off from the news, the computer, politics, etc. At least to the extent that is possible in this crazy world.
I slept late. I made pancakes. I talked to my father and mother. I watched an episode of Lucifer. I had lunch. And I spent the entire afternoon walking around Greenwood Cemetery. This is a magical place. An oasis of sorts, in the heart of Brooklyn. I walked for hours seeing scarcely a soul. I think I maybe saw five to ten people and all at a distance, and none close. Talked to one - from ten feet away. She thought she recognized me. But how can you really with masks, glasses and hats? I can't recognize people without them.
I walked through wildflowers...
( walking through the wildflowers )And watched a butterfly.
And saw a turtle, more than one...
Also saw a red tailed hawk, a snowy white egret, and a family of geese - but they were impossible to take decent photos - won't stay still and can't get close enough. This is the best I could do...
( egret )( family of geese )I also sat for a while on a park bench, secluded beneath some trees, listening and breathing in the warm summer air. No one was nearby. So I could do it without a mask. The beauty of Greenwood Cemetery - is you can go without a mask for a bit, and be completely alone with nature, and tombstones.
And stared out this lovely lake...with a chapel in the distance. On a clear and sunny summer day.
Another view of the lake..
I'm grateful that I live close to this Cemetery. It's a mere twenty minute walk from my home. And along the way I pass flowers and gardens, and houses.
Less maskless wonders today - but it was early in the day, not late. I think the maskless wonders are usually out later or on weekends. Most are probably working in the city or running errand during the weekdays. I've noticed the postal workers are no longer wearing masks on their routes, which is kind of alarming.
But I didn't run into them today.
I stopped off for some groceries, then came home, took a cool shower to get rid of the sweat, and hand washed a few clothes in my sink - these are hand washables. I've been doing that to limit unnecessary trips to the laundry room.
All in all a rather pleasant day.
Oh, and my father was released to the rehab facility this afternoon.
( Read more... )I ignored work. Even though it made it's pesky way into my thoughts due to pesky emails popping up on my phone - which I was blatantly ignoring. I also
ignored politics - even though mother brought it up, and it likes to raise its ugly head on DW and FB. I told mother that I'm praying for a miracle come November. I'm praying that the entire US will turn blue. She doesn't believe this can happen. But I'm praying for that miracle. We need a few miracles right now..I think. We need good news. We need to see flowers, and turtles and hawks and trees, and sunshine, and lakes...and blue sky.
But for now...I think a few flowers will do...
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