Spring Awakening Moon
Business meeting mornings always kick up stuff to do. Sometimes it’s an odd collection. This morning is a good example. I saw an article about VO2 testing and decided to make an appointment. I go on April 20th at 2pm. We agreed to at least register for cremation services so I printed out two forms. In tandem with that I decided to look at columbariums in the interest of having a place for descendants to visit. Yikes! They’re expensive. Real expensive. In the 5,000 to 11,000 range. Much more than a grave. Then there was the person who might be able to help us think through our medicare options. Out until April 19th. Kate wanted me to look up information about the Segway so I did that. I needed to see if the guy from whom I ordered bees cashed our check. He did. That means I’ll get some bees on April 24th. Ordering the insect shapes bundt pan from Solutions, Inc. and getting a frittata recipe from Williams-Sonoma. That sort of stuff.
We also discussed Kate’s possible hip replacement, as in when to do it if the minimally invasive guy says it would work for her. We had a moment of silence for the money we thought had and now know we don’t, then moved on past it.
After the nap I worked out in the garden, repairing damage created by Rigel and Vega last fall. I found residual anger, sadness, frustration not far below the surface as I tried to recreate the beautiful work Ecological Gardens had done just a month or so before all the digging. It’s not hard work physically, but I’m finding it hard emotionally. I love the dogs and I love the garden. When the two conflict, it leaves me in a very unpleasant place. We did put up the fence that should preclude any further damage.
At the moment I have Wheelock open on my desk, blank file cards ready and a yellow pad for the translation work that will follow. Last week I found a notebook to contain my translation of Ovid and notes I make as I go along. It’s ready, too. Valete!
