2022 Life Logs, Day 269: Better
Date: Monday, September 26, 2022
Weather: Mostly Sunny and Windy; High 70, Low 64 degrees
Location: At Home in the Cottage, Falmouth, MA
I’m almost afraid to say this, but I think I have turned the corner on Covid. I am definitely better, still shaky at times, still cough once in a while, stomach still a little off, but otherwise, I feel good. This was day 6 and I have one more day of Paxlovid to take, so I am not declaring victory quite yet. Just saying I am better.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, but quite windy. In the afternoon, Jane Woodin stopped by to bring me some sunchoke flowers. She knows how much I love the yellow flowers.
Having them inside is like inviting a bit of sunshine inside. While we were sitting outside visiting (masked and far apart), Karen and Peter drove into the driveway. They were coming to take Shirley’s recycle bin out to the curb, but their timing was perfect, and we all had a nice visit. When everyone left, I went inside and discovered that I had forgotten all about the soup I was warming up for a mid-afternoon lunch. When Jane drove in, I went outside to say hello. When that turned into a visit, I just completely forgot about the soup. As a result, I had totally charred veggies that had to be scraped out of the pan and a nasty smell that will be with me for a while. About that time, I heard Shadow bark and saw Heather, Jonah, and Ollie getting out of their van. They had been at Mahoney’s to buy chrysanthemums and bought a pot for me,
as well as an inside, fall blooming plant, a cyclamen.
Just seeing the boys in the driveway made me feel so much better. It has been only six days since I have seen them, but I have really missed them. They had fun picking tomatoes, hot red peppers, and purple beans in the garden, and they even found a few strawberries. They couldn’t stay long as Heather had to get them home so she could go to ‘Meet the Teacher’ night at Ollie’s school. She sent me a photo of an essay he wrote called, “I Am.” It is a beautiful example of why Heather has always called Ollie the Ollie Lama . . . our own ten-year-old philosopher.
I am a helpful guy who likes soccer
I wonder what lies beyond the known universe
I hear the clanking of hammer on anvil
I see the finished form of a forged piece of metal
I want to discover more planets
I am a helpful guy who likes soccer
I pretend to fall into a book and in stuck in the pages
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
I touch all of the moons, the planets, and the stars
I worry about the health of my guinea pig
I cry for all the poor people
I am a helpful guy who loves soccer
I understand the frustration of not being able to do something easily
I say that we are all different but interesting
I dream of going other places on earth
I try to help all others in need
I hope that the war will end soon
I am a helpful guy who loves soccer
by Oliver Goldstone
Wow!
