In an effort to maintain what's left of our frazzled minds during this pandemic period, we've had a couple of "social distancing" outings with friends during the last two weeks. Good gracious, it felt good to leave the property for more than a short time to pick up essentials (mostly at curbside) and talk with real live people we've not had contact with for what seems like ages.
Our public library sent out notice the first week in May that one could order books, DVDs, audio books, etc. online and one would be called when the requested items were available for pick-up at a pass-through window at the library. Oh, how I've missed the services our wonderful library provides for us, so I immediately placed my order and waited to be notified I could pick up my selections.
Weeks have passed with no word. Yesterday I made a call to the library and spoke to one of the very nice clerks who explained the situation causing the delay.
When the pandemic restrictions and closings started back in March, many people had library materials in their possession and were told they wouldn't be charged any late fees because of the library's closure. Therefore, getting all the materials back has been a jumbled mess.
A request for any item not available locally but in other libraries in our library system is usually delivered to our local library within a week's time, at most. To make this long story short(er), I found out delivery of materials (some of those I requested) didn't start until day before yesterday and many materials have not been returned yet since no fines are being issued. Then when materials do arrive in our local library, they are "quarantined" for 7 days before being given out again. Sigh. Life is not functioning the way it used to.
Still no much needed rain here. Fire danger is listed as high (and scary). The forecast teases us with the possibility of some rain over this Memorial Day Weekend. We're all keeping our fingers crossed.
In the meantime, I'm working on getting the garden in as fast as I can. I'm tired at the end of the day, but my first-of-the-season body aches and pains have all but disappeared. After placing starts or seeds in the garden, I've had to water regularly since the soil is dry as dust.
The grass is growing despite lack of nourishing rain so Papa Pea got out the lawn mower for me a few days ago, and I started the attack on the too-high growth. A back wheel immediately disengaged itself from the mower and that ended my efforts. Papa Pea has been busier than the proverbial one-armed paper hanger on his own projects and hasn't had time to do the repairs on the mower, so the grass grows on.
We both keep bumping into the fact that if you're doing one thing, you can't do the other. ('Magine that.)
I'm missing doing any handwork because of the time spent on outside tasks, plus when I come to the end of my day, I'm so pooped I can't stay awake when I do sit down to pick up my handwork. Ah, yes, to everything there is a season.
And for those of you who may ask (wisps of words -- cough, cough), I haven't spent the desired time in the hammock yet. Not yet, but it will happen!
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