Bloody hot and a bloody long blog as well

Before the ambient temperature rose so very high, I was busy stacking stones and rolling paint; walls inside and out. Both activities are immensely satisfying to me. I love to work and find the rhythm of physical tasks very conducive to thinking.

In fact, I am of the opinion that far too often our conventional institutions encourage passivity when physical labor might be more appropriate. School and prison, which unfortunately share some similar qualities, come immediately to mind. Each involve enforced confinement; the former employs passive listening while the latter primarily mandates non-productive solitude. In the case of students, being truly active (hands on learning) seems far more effective; it certainly would have been so in my case. And if incarceration has not just punishment but also reformation and restitution as its goals, than I should think that being able to work at something and to achieve the satisfaction of completed tasks would foster less resentment as well as ultimately encouraging redemption.

This was but one of the many thoughts going through my head as I dragged stones from the woods for walls I am building around the gardens in the traditional dry stacked method. Our property is crisscrossed by these often precarious looking but in actuality quite durable structures; many have been standing since the civil war. My own walls are modest in scale, but as I heft the granite I feel that I am winking at death. See how alive I am? So strong yet, erecting stone structures, defying mortality!

I was much reassured by the news that my last scan was stable. However, at that same appointment, when Alice examined me she was able to detect wheezing. I’d been aware of it for several weeks. It is a familiar but troubling sensation and although it is possibly benign, I can’t help but feel anxious regarding its presence. I have gone back on prescribed inhalers and have also stepped up my level of physical activity. Fighting back, if you will.

In fact, on Friday David and I went on a little jaunt in the woods that evolved into a five mile hike. We became accidental tourists, as we followed a stream to a path, which crossed a small wooden bridge and culminated at a relic of an old mill. We’d heard rumors of this place, but somehow had never before found it. It was magical and serenely beautiful and now that we know where it is, I’m certain we will go back often.

And then Jemesii and Jamie (and their hamster Prudence) came for a visit, and the fourth of July rolled around.

We celebrated with food, friends and firecrackers ( legal and prevalent in New Hampshire). As we live on the crest of a hill, we were able to see firework displays all up and down the lake. David barbecued spicy shrimp, and Jem made two different types of cupcakes; one savory and one sweet. On Sunday morning, she whipped up a custardy pancake (she’s our little baker).

Suddenly it got really, really hot. Peter delighted in pointing out that the basement, where his quarters are, was a good twenty degrees cooler than the rest of the house. By Monday, the ovens were off and it was salads and iced tea for lunch, take-out sushi for dinner. Sadly, shortly thereafter, it was time for Jem and Jamie to pack up Prudence and hit the road.

Also tucked into the back seat of their car was a portrait that I did of Jemesii many years ago. Recently I decided that I had looked at it long enough, and that it was Jem’s turn now. Prior to their departure, I took a picture of Jemesii in front of the painting (titled Blue Slips and Goblins).

Tuesday the heat got the better of my ambition, and I accomplished little beyond diminishing the stack of  dirty dishes that had been multiplying next to the kitchen sink.

It was a little cooler last night, and I slept the deep and satisfied way I recall from childhood. After coffee on the verandah and some general tidying, I slipped off to the local thrift store, where I generally make both weekly deposits and withdrawals. The misses Betty and Lisa are the proprietors of said establishment, and on this particular morning Lisa asked if I’d like an iced coffee made with organic milk and chocolate. Well, yes I would!  As she handed it to me she whispered “don’t tell the other customers”. Not a chance and by the way, such sweet service!

On my return home I popped into Mary and Raleigh’s, and they were just sitting down to a glass of mint water and Mary’s apple pie, of which I was invited to partake. Things were looking up. I returned home happy and fortified and determined to break my current spell of lethargy by composing a blog. And that’s what I’ve been doing for the past couple of hours. However, happy hour seems to have descended yet again, as David has placed a cold margarita into my hands. Probably a good time to sign off on this one.

5 responses to “Bloody hot and a bloody long blog as well

  1. the painting is now hanging on the wall in our dining room… i keep just walking up and staring at it… i love it so ❤

    love you and miss you so much already

    jemesii

    • Good thing you responded right away so that I could see that I wrote blood long blog instead of bloody–those margaritas kick in fast. Love you and miss you too and glad you 🙂 the painting. Mom

  2. Linnea (from NY)

    Beautiful! The painting and your daughter, Jemesii. Glad you enjoyed the 4th with your family and were able to hike in the woods for 5 miles! You are one tough mother!!! Speaking of mothers, my own is not doing so well. I ‘ve begun traveling to Phila. on a weekly basis to spend the day with her…off to Phila. tomorrow a.m. as well. My brother informed me today that she is in “pre-renal failure”…she’s 92 and 1/2! So my mind and my time has been devoted to her and my daughters with their busy summer schedules, as well as my own work. I would still love to visit with you and enjoy lunch and a bottle of wine! TTYL, Take Care, Linnea (NY)

    • Linnea, thank you! I can’t believe your mom is 92 and 1/2! Good to have those longevity genes in the family…Anyway, I’m sorry that she has health issues now, but glad you have the chance to spend time with her. And we will have that bottle of wine–New York is not that far away and I’m long overdue for a visit to the big city, so one of these days. You take good care as well. Linnea

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