Hunkering down – day 42 should be hard to do.
NOT! Today, I’ve posted < Gpa 13 # 271 about hunkering down during late 1940s winters in North Dakota. In many ways it was different then – we were kids and snow was for play even in near zero weather. I also mentioned my grandparents having survived the winter of 1918. I didn’t include the 1918 influenza pandemic and economic conditions associated with it or WWI that impacted them.
The best made plans of mice and men2 – or something like that – certainly applies to my last-Saturday gardening goal. We’d not had measurable rain for well over two weeks, and only a drizzle was predicted for that morning. I’d planted some Walla Walla onion sets on Friday, and a granddaughter gifted more sets and other plants for in-grounding.
Note: I’d not finished with the ground prep for additional onions or the rest, so Saturday was going to be that day. Nope – it rained all day.3 The weather service shows only 0.1 inch on Saturday, but Sunday morning the soil was wet a quarter of an inch down.
Then the rains came – not like monsoon, but enough to keep me out of the garden space. I did, however, get a bunch of potential starts into small pots of soil so when it warms, I can transplant little plants instead of seeds in the rows.4
This week I used the ‘read aloud’ function in MS-Word to get more than halfway through the 400 page manuscript of my next book5 for Amazon self-publication. Using the ‘read aloud’ takes care of that recommendation much better than self-reading aloud because it forces no skips caused by familiarity with the text. For example, hearing ‘writhing’ in a mechanical voice where it should be ‘writing’ is a great attention alert.
We don’t feel the isolation as much as some of our younger friends. The octogenarian life and being on summer break from teaching for five years was a gradual lifestyle change for us. And never having a ‘bucket list’ that included travel has been another plus. This not to say we don’t miss church, coffee with friends, pinochle, other small gatherings, or browsing a store just for the walk. As said at an earlier time, we are thankful for Wi-Fi, cell service, etc.
unkering down postscript: Weather whether we like it or not is what we get.
unkering down random: Worry is a waste of time even if we have plenty of time.
From Before Grandpa was Thirteen available on Amazon. ↩
Nothing to do with Steinbeck’s book. ↩
We are still 8” behind for the water year which starts in October. ↩
Did you ever notice that purchased seed packets contain more than you can ever use in a personal garden, or not quite enough to finish a row? ↩
The pages are already in 6×9 paperback format. ↩