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So I have to be downtown tomorrow at 8:15 for orientation for jury duty. I had planned to try to wrench my schedule around a little bit so that the situation would be less sleep-deprived and traumatic, but I had too rotten a week. Everything is fine now, but my mother was in the hospital for two days (diagnosis: benign recurrent vertigo, probably the result of seasonal allergies). David was in California for work. Lydy was a hero. But I didn't really have time to wind my schedule down all nicely. It only occurred to me a couple of hours ago that I can't possibly take my morning medication before I leave. That's three and a half hours early. I would fall over. And it has to be taken with food. I can jog it back an hour and a half or so, and they'll just have to let me deal with it.
Minnesota doesn't have a nice one-day system, either. Two weeks. I did ask to be put on call-in status, where you get to sit at home and call them twice a day to see if you are needed. But they can negate this at their pleasure, and they did it.
I'm happy to do my duty as a citizen, but as has been said in another connection, NOT JUST YET.
Anyway, if I am a bit scarce around these parts, you'll know the reason why.
I was much touched and delighted with the comments on my last entry, and thank you all. I'll try to answer them at some point.
In the meantime, a little phenology. It is a stupendous year for lilac, crabapple, other flowering trees, and white violets. My white violets have spread to areas of the yard that did not know them before. The purple ones are finally blooming. I always think that they have decided not to come back. My crocuses are over, but I have some lovely daffodils, including some poeticus ones that I hope will decide that they like it here. Dame's rocket ranges from six inches to two feet tall, and every raggedy stalk has its flowerhead already held at the top, though small and green and tight. The firet red tulips are done, but the darker ones that I can't recall the names of are blooming, and the deep purple ones with yellow and blue centers. The reluctant mulberries are leafing out. The lilac that the storm tried to kill is blooming hugely. It made my first lawn mowing of the year a great pleasure. The daylilies are taking over the sidewalk and the hairy bellflower is taking over everything else. The wild geranium is burgeoning but not blooming yet. I forgot that I had put in new lilies last year, but they are rampaging like odd cacti. They don't look like themselves until they have stretched their stems a little more.
We have cardinals and robins and bluejays; also the occasional crow, and a pair of pigeons to make the cats' eyes bright. I haven't seen more kinglets nor any bats yet, but I did see the first chimney swift of my local season, wheeling above the house.
P.
Minnesota doesn't have a nice one-day system, either. Two weeks. I did ask to be put on call-in status, where you get to sit at home and call them twice a day to see if you are needed. But they can negate this at their pleasure, and they did it.
I'm happy to do my duty as a citizen, but as has been said in another connection, NOT JUST YET.
Anyway, if I am a bit scarce around these parts, you'll know the reason why.
I was much touched and delighted with the comments on my last entry, and thank you all. I'll try to answer them at some point.
In the meantime, a little phenology. It is a stupendous year for lilac, crabapple, other flowering trees, and white violets. My white violets have spread to areas of the yard that did not know them before. The purple ones are finally blooming. I always think that they have decided not to come back. My crocuses are over, but I have some lovely daffodils, including some poeticus ones that I hope will decide that they like it here. Dame's rocket ranges from six inches to two feet tall, and every raggedy stalk has its flowerhead already held at the top, though small and green and tight. The firet red tulips are done, but the darker ones that I can't recall the names of are blooming, and the deep purple ones with yellow and blue centers. The reluctant mulberries are leafing out. The lilac that the storm tried to kill is blooming hugely. It made my first lawn mowing of the year a great pleasure. The daylilies are taking over the sidewalk and the hairy bellflower is taking over everything else. The wild geranium is burgeoning but not blooming yet. I forgot that I had put in new lilies last year, but they are rampaging like odd cacti. They don't look like themselves until they have stretched their stems a little more.
We have cardinals and robins and bluejays; also the occasional crow, and a pair of pigeons to make the cats' eyes bright. I haven't seen more kinglets nor any bats yet, but I did see the first chimney swift of my local season, wheeling above the house.
P.
