The puppies have been wearing me down, lately, as well as the continuing problems in getting healthcare aides into my parents’ home. Mother needs to get an examination by her doctor before they can get in-home care, and she’s still against it. Not sure what it’s going to take. In the meantime, Dad’s helping her as best he can. My brother and his wife drove up from the Twin Cities, last weekend, and we went to supper with them; they checked into a hotel here in Fargo after visiting with the folks and the brother who lives in the same town that they do.
This past few weeks I have started having problems with allergies, again, after a wonderful beginning to the summer following the decline of tree pollen in the air. The blue wild flax flowers are indeed the only flowers blooming since the tulips finished. The peonies did not come up following last summer’s yard work; the daffodils did not bloom, nor did the irises, although they did emerge from the ground. We did get a full crop of stickers, various thistles, bindweed, wild dandelion-type weeds, and other wildflowers whose seeds came in with the dirt that the contractors used around the house and to level low spots in the yard. Not great! The kitchen window rebuild was off true, we think; since the installation, a crack appeared and grew to stretch across one of the window panes. It was under warranty by the manufacturer, and so we have a replacement sitting in the garage, but Al wants to get the level out and make sure that when he puts the new window in, all is as it should be. We also ordered storm windows to install in place of the screen windows that were installed. Because of our allergies, we don’t open the windows to the outside. Much rather have glass, which won’t let in the pounding rains.
As things settle out, which they hopefully will, I will be back to blogging again. While I’m also far behind on my poetry blog, I have been getting occasional posts up at StrayCoffee (also on WordPress). I have been taking photos sporadically, am back to the exercise bike and piano practice, and I’ve almost caught up, again, on washing dishes.