My sleep is all messed up. My dreams are strange: In one I bought a new house on the lake and the neighbors wouldn’t get off MY dock… I had to kick them off the dock and sit there so they wouldn’t come back and I was getting hungry and tired and I didn’t have my camera. In another I wandered around picking up dog poop. In another I had so many ottomans/footstools in the house that I had them in every room..oh maybe I already do…but I had more and some were really ugly.
We washed some windows yesterday. Someone wanted to just wash the paw prints off the outsides. Someone else wanted them squeaky clean for winter…like clean the tracks out with Q Tips and everything.
I had an encounter where someone was not very nice to me…in fact they were downright mean. I was still polite. Just because someone else is mean, I don’t have to be mean in return. However it was a struggle for me. I wanted to be like my Aunt Marie and just verbally castrate them.
The Post Office in Ponsford was closed yesterday. Not sure why..perhaps it was closed permanently. I hope not as it is my favorite Post Office. There were no signs on the door, the doors were just locked. Strange.
We drove out to Shell Lake.
Parts of the lake had ice. There were a bunch of ducks swimming and flying around. Do you see that dark area off to the right? That would be a Wild Rice bed.
I am not positive what kind of duck…possibly a Bufflehead.
The daylight ends before I am ready. The dog is still confused. It gets dark at 5 PM.
Yup that is ice alright. It was wonderful to see the sun. These dreary November days are mainly cloudy and grey…so a day of sunshine should be celebrated. One day of sunshine for every five days of dreary.
Tension…stress…who knows but I have a pain in my neck that settles down under my left shoulder blade. By evening I am shot. Maybe it was the raking, or maybe I slept wrong. The cold weather seems to agitate it further. Maybe it is still the Lymes settling into a different area of my body. Maybe it is the freaking flu shot. Maybe I am just O.L.D. Whatever it is I wish it would go away.
Far Guy is still recovering from his oral surgery. He lost all the sutures. He wanted me to look at the big gaping hole in his mouth, I said “No Thanks.” He swishes with salt water many times a day. He still has pain but little by little he is recovering:)