Flowers!

 At this time last year I was recovering from a displaced spiral fracture of the left humerus. I was sitting in a chair with a sling and ice packs with my arm carefully balanced on pillows. Our PT department was closed and by the time I was able to go (I think that was June) I also had a frozen shoulder and tennis elbow for good measure. My main goal was to dress myself and my dream goal was to be able to put on and take off a bra by myself. As I would walk to and from the car for doctor's appointments, I would go by my weed infested empty flower beds. 

I never thought I would be able to plant flowers again - but a year later - I did!

Our shopping trip started on a Friday about a week and a half before my mother always said you should plant (Mother's Day) and almost a month before my gramma said it was safe (Memorial Day). They were right as the following week we had several days of frost and we were shuffling flats and pots in and out of the garage for safety. 

You know it's the right greenhouse when you see the underpants hanging over the driveway. Could it be any cuter? 

We have a large number of Amish farms near the southern edge of our county and there are several greenhouses to choose from. Everyone has a favorite.  We were able to squeeze 5 sunflowers, 8 flats, 17 pots, 5 hanging baskets, 1 five year old and 2 grown women in the car for the ride home. I had to make a second trip for two tomato plants and two more planters. 

My porch has four hooks and it works out well for Mother's Day. My youngest daughter got me one of the pink flowered baskets and my son and daughter in law got me the two pink geranium baskets. My husband built me a porch just for perfect for hanging baskets. 

After a few attempts in previous years at planting it myself, I found it was easier just to buy ONE MORE hanging basket and transfer it to the burlap lined bicycle basket. 

I just love it. Especially with the yellow day lilies behind it. I am not sure where I got these lilies, but they flower multiple times over spring, summer and fall. 

I planted petunias, zinnias, and dianthus in different pinks all over the foundation and beds.  I planted double the amounts of those in two sizes of marigolds. Last year you could not find any mums in the fall and I am hoping for lots of fall color in September. 

I know they don't look like much, but Mr Merry has made a few trips to Menards for Miracle Grow and has been watering like crazy. Luckily tonight Mother Nature has finally taken over and we got a nice rain tonight.   

Last year I bought Mr Merry a potted tomato plant with a cage, almost as a joke. We ended up having a tomato or two a day from mid June until the end of August. This year I bought him two plants hoping for even more. Instead of leaving them in pots, he decided to plant them in our horrible clay soil so I am a little nervous about the crop. 

This path leads to my secret fairy garden! I have to dig out the supplies for this project. 

And here are some random pictures of my baskets and stuff. I am super happy with everything this year! 

We are patiently waiting for my day lily day! All those clumps of leaves are giant orange "ditch" lilies that get about 4 to 5 feet tall. I collected them from ditches about four decades ago when my mother and I would pack our shovels and my kids and hit the country roads. It is my understanding that there are hefty fines for that behavior these days. 

And, in the interest of total honesty, I do have one of those nifty kneelers with the tall handles that I use to plant. It works like a dream. 

Stepping Out

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there.      

I hope you had a wonderful day. 

We are both over two weeks past fully vaccinated and numbers (although there still are numbers) are down.  We are still a little leery about venturing out. Our area still has a mask mandate which is unfortunately often ignored and horrible attendance at vaccination clinics which isn't just nerve wracking for us oldies, but for our young grandchildren cannot be vaccinated at this time. 

My favorite part of the watching the children during this time is that they have no problem with mask wearing unless someone tells them they should. Our preschoolers like to wear masks when we go out even though they never leave the car. Sometimes they wear them around the house. The "big" kids put them on in the morning with their coat and hat so they can climb on the bus. When we pick up kids after school, I see most children in the parking lot still wearing their masks, even after they climb into vehicles or start walking down streets. It has become second nature to them and they are not uncomfortable protecting others. 

Mr. Merry has no intention of rejoining the world. He was never a people person and between retirement and quarantine, he had reached his happy place.  He has found a chain hardware store that enforces mask wearing and he is perfectly happy spending the rest of his life either purchasing home improvement supplies or doing home improvement projects all by himself. 

I have begun to break free! This weekend I took my daughters and daughter in laws to a nearby college town to visit an eatery. I know this very liberal town and college would be very covid conscious so that Mr. Merry would not be too upset and thought it would be a nice foray back into some sort of normality. Everyone wore masks, even on the street where distancing is difficult. All stores required masks and had limits on numbers. It was a nice start. 

Somehow the second lady in this generation has turned 40 (how can that be? how old am I??) and we tried to celebrate inbetween the baseball, soccer, running and other activities that my moms are shuttling back and forth to and from. We settled on a favorite spot with an amazing new brunch menu! My first time eating in a restaurant in 18 months was a rousing success. 

This Thursday I am going to the early bird dinner at a little diner with two of my neighbors. One of them works at a factory bakery that supplies McDonald restaurants in our state. Employees can purchase sandwich buns and English muffins at the end of shift if there are overruns and she helped supply us early in the pandemic when breads were scarce. I am treating to thank her. 

Then on Sunday (can you hear the chains falling off?) I have made reservations at a tea room about 2 hours from here. My most further daughter in law will drive 40 minutes to my house where my vehicle will leave with another daughter in law, a daughter, a granddaughter and myself to drive an hour and 45 minutes to my oldest daughter's house. We will carpool with my other granddaughter, her mother in law, sister in law, and niece to a tea room where we will take up the entire little private dining room.  The beauty of all these teachers and healthcare workers and retirees is that all of us over the age of 18 are fully vaccinated. 

After the fiasco of the fire department chicken dinner drive thru (where no one selling tickets, fixing boxes or delivering to cars was masked) Mr. Merry has no interest in ever eating in a restaurant or socializing or really leaving the house. Luckily I have family and friends who are being brave with me. 

Freedom?

 Saturday, April 24 at 9:00 a.m. we hit the two week mark after our second vaccine.  I spent the day trying to convince my husband to go out to a restaurant for breakfast on Sunday, but he had so many horror stories that I ended up having a dining out nightmare on Saturday night. 

I thought I would slowly introduce him back into the world on Sunday with a drive thru Chicken BBQ at a local fire station. The line was four blocks long and when we got closer we could see three sets of two people, one taking the money, the other putting a post-it note on your windshield with numbers of dinners. Pretty slick except for the fact NOT ONE of them was wearing a mask. 

We pulled around the building where we could see about ten people in one of the bays boxing chicken dinners and putting them in bags. NOT ONE of the people preparing the dinners was wearing a mask, but they did all have gloves on. 

The two people running dinners to car windows were not wearing masks. 

Our county has a 28% vaccination rate. Our health department is hosting all day shot clinics and no one is attending. Those who do come for the vaccine were coming from other counties who had wait lists, but now those counties can take care of their own. 

I am not a happy camper. It is hard to make that giant step of trying to get back to normal when no one is willing to follow the rules.  My best friend lost her 40 year old nephew this week to Covid. He tested positive on a Tuesday, was admitted to the hospital a few days later, was put on a bi-pap, then transferred to a bigger hospital and put on a ventilator. He died 8 days after the test. He chose not to be vaccinated. 

Meanwhile, I watched our church service on Facebook on Saturday night. My daughter in law called me this morning to remind me my grandson was doing something special at mass at their church this morning so I went to their Facebook page and watched their mass. It took me until the end of the service to realize I was watching the Saturday night service so then I had to go to the Sunday service and watch that so that I could see my grandson.  Yes, that is right. I attended THREE complete church services this weekend. 

Our wacky weather is continuing after four inches of snow last Tuesday, a moderate week and now a forecast in the 80's by this Tuesday.  Mother Nature has lost her marbles! 

April 12th

Well, somehow it is April 12th and I am still working on my word for the month. I keep waiting for inspiration, but I have nothing.  

We have had nicer weather than normal. Not too hot, not too cold. Warmer than usual. 

I make breakfast, put two grandchildren on a school bus, play with my "baby" who will somehow be 2 in July and his sister who will leave me for kindergarten in the fall.  My co-grandparent family is dealing with illness but has been up to watching the other three grandchildren the past two weeks. We meet the mother pf the two we have at 4 p.m., come home and have dinner and usually fall asleep in our recliners. 

I have been accumulating more books in my "to read" pile. 

We had a few family members over for Easter. And got tired of leftovers since I can only cook for a very large crowd. 

I have not figured out where or how to start my photo sorting project. I have purchased a boatload of photo cases to put the sorted photographs into so I need to get busy. 

Today I started my Medicare journey. I am six months away and already wish I had started sooner.  I called my pension plan who told me that my insurance did not offer a Medicare supplemental plan. I called my insurance and found out that they do offer a supplemental plan and will send me a booklet with plans and costs. I talked to my neighbor who turned 65 last year and got advice from her. Then I called my best friend who turned 65 last week and actually had appointments with two different Medicare advisors and made spreadsheets and is crossing her fingers she has chosen wisely.  

I found there is a Part A, a Part B, a Part C which everyone tells me is a mistake that will cost me too much for not what i think it will be, a Part D which will increase my prescription costs no matter which plan of the 18 available plans in my county I chose. There used to be a Part F, now there is a Part G and, I just found out a Plan N. However, my insurance company offers a Plan F which will be explained in the booklet they are sending me.  

So far I have come to the conclusion that whatever I chose will be wrong and cost me lots of money. I am ripe for spending too much since I purchased a supplemental to the plan that expires on my 65th birthday (I have no memory of signing up for it or purchasing it) that paid an additional $10,000 of the deductibles, co-pays and remaining percentages when I broke my arm.  

I haven't started my own spreadsheet yet, but I should have enough notes by the weekend to start one. 

Oh, and we got our second vaccine. I did not feel the shot. I did not have any side effects until that evening when every joint in my body ached. We did have a temperature drop of 25 degrees the same evening so I am not sure if it was a side effect. We were also very tired but had been babysitting preschoolers and toddlers for six consecutive days so I am not sure i can blame that on the vaccine either.