Hello to you all! I'm back, at least on a limited basis. Can't promise anything more at this time. Here's the short story (not that I can ever write a short post) of our crazy and challenging last several weeks.
I wrote my "time out" blog post on June 10th. Almost a week later, on June 16th, our daughter came down with . . . yep, Covid. I started with symptoms two days later and Papa Pea two days after that. Neither of them had a fun time, but seemed to recover rather quickly. I got socked.
The first full week in July, I had inklings that I might be starting to feel somewhat better. On Friday, July 8th, I really fouled things up by taking a bad fall. Smashed the right side of my rib cage on a door jamb. I was lucky as I didn't hit my head or break a bone. Of course, we were concerned I might have cracked a rib (or six) but decided I didn't. Now we're wondering if I actually did as although my mobility is better (yay!), I have a lot of trouble sleeping as I just can't lie in a horizontal position without discomfort. (Have tried being tied upright in a corner, but that doesn't work either.)
The garden got only about two-thirds planted. I be the head gardener, it's my thing and I love doing it, but since I've been a bit incapacitated (understatement), father and daughter team have been going above and beyond doing what needs to be done that I can't do.
Dear daughter has been doing all kinds of town running and other errands for us during the time I couldn't get up or down from a chair by myself (let alone get dressed or bend over enough to lift the toilet seat up . . . TMI?) while Papa Pea stayed close to me as constant caregiver. Poor guy.
But enough of this tale of woe. Healing is happening and soon it will all be only a memory. Oh, to feel strong and healthy again!
I can now croggle out to the garden so I'll take some pictures soon to post. Some things are doing really well, some are surviving and the bare spots will be filled with nutritious bounty next year. All is well. And it's good to be posting again.