Tis an Ill Wind That Blows No One Good

Wednesday morning, Hurricane Idalia (e-DAH-li-ə) came ashore and devastated Cedar Key, but only provided slight winds and 1 1/2” of rain at our house. The impact for me was that my yard lady CC could not come for our morning session of yard work. I had planned for her to move a wooden edging and mist system in the front yard to create a bed along the front of the house. 

Ah well, the rains would give us an excuse to work in the garage. First, we moved the bikes from the north wall to the center of the garage. Then we hung a shelf for the rechargeable drill, their batteries and the drill bits. The rechargeable circular saw hangs on one side of it. Last, we put a screw on the wall where we can hang the chainsaw.

Now we can get to the drawer and cabinets without having to lean in over all those tools on the floor. I’m quite pleased with our efforts. Sometimes it takes an ill wind to motivate us. 

After that, Grant took to his bed with a nasty cold. He had rallied by Saturday, so we invited Stephanie and Kyle to dinner. Steph and I were to work on baby shower plans. That morning, I’d woken up with a scratchy throat. We canceled our turn at LAWD, but I thought I’d be okay. All good until I stood up from dinner to clear the table. I got through that, served the apple cake I’d made, then collapsed to bed. 36 hours of fevers and chills. 

Gracie particularly liked when I moved to the dark office during the day, covered by a double layer of our flannel sheets. I cannot understand how a fur-covered cat does it, but she is an undercover kitty whenever there is an opportunity. 

This morning, Monday, I was much improved, however still weak. I transplanted 5 small native porterweed, but only by sitting down and resting after any effort. I abandoned my thoughts of transplanting some twin-flowers around the bed where we are holding an azalea, the rose from next to the mailbox, and other flowering non-natives until January, when I move my pink rose there. Then everything will get put back into the ground.

The rest of the day, I’ve slept with Gracie and tried to read. My brain is too fuzzy to get any paperwork done. I need another day of solid rain. But not for a couple of days until my mind clears.