Life is becoming more routine. I wrote about my daily routine when I first came home from my time in Oahu after Mike died. Routine was important. It anchored me. Now, it's just routine. Life's little chores. The routine makes me feel more like I'm doing nothing. I need more stimulation.
Today's activities were: yoga, dropped off Styrofoam and UPS for recycling, Long's to buy Epson Salt's for my sore toe, the Post Office to mail four more boxes of books to the seminary in New Orleans, Kaiser Permanente pharmacist to pick up my blood pressure meds and Costco to pick up items that were not in and buy several more that I pick up routinely in case they're not in when I do need them.
When I got home, I mailed a birthday card for Damon, who will be 47 this year. Unbelievable. Where did the time go? I also filled out a form for the NJ Division of Pensions and Benefits changing my tax withholding.
Then, after procrastinating as long as possible, I went down to finish off my work, getting the plumbago off my neighbor's fence. Done! Then I sprayed the cut area with Clorox. I am experimenting. We have a trash tree here that is impossible to kill that I had some success with. I have killed one; I cut it down, scraped the remaining stump, and drowned it in either Clorox or gasoline. That's one out of several hundred on the property. They took God's directive to go forth and prosper very seriously. I'm experimenting with spraying the leaves of the tree, provided it's not too big, with Clorox. I'm hoping the leaves will carry the acid down through the plant and kill it. Although this information will not be very relevant to anyone not from Hawaii, I'll let you know.
After I finished with the plumbago, I went down and picked some more limes. My tree runneth over. A neighbor told me that her tree had stopped producing. Maybe she has a different brand of the lime tree than I do. Mine is producing, producing, and producing. Maybe when I come back from the mainland at the end of September, it will be finished.
I wrote the library director from the New Orleans seminary to tell him there were four more boxes on their way. He told me he had received two packages. What happened to the other two? I worry about them. Because I reuse commercial boxes, I cover them with paper. The address is written on the paper. I fear that the paper will get ripped in the shipping process, and the box will get lost. No, I did not insure them. These are donated books that I ship at my expense. I have no record of what books are in each box. Enough! I'm doing enough. I still worry. I wrap the boxes defensively, anticipating disaster along the way. Oh, well. It's the best I can do. Hopefully, the other two boxes just missed the boat the first two were on and will show up soon.
When writing, it is possible to make every moment of one's life interesting, at least to me, as I write. I hope it amuses my readers. I do enjoy writing.
I went off to school to work with the kids.
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