Cathy here. Just guest editing for Vicki who is celebrating her freedom by racing down the mountain to pick wineberries before it gets too hot. She asks that you send her any recipes that involve wineberries. I am sure she would also like recipes for wine, too.
Here is what she has to say in response to my “I’m worried about you” e-mail.
I’m okay, fine in fact. Just more physically exhausted than ever in my life and dealing with more adaptations than ever before. In my one little room, the only one with power here on the mountain, at night it is fearfully dark and my little penlight flashlight doesn’t put a dent in it. I’m marking my territory like a blind person- at the front door, three steps down, then heel to toe for four steps, one more step down, then heel to toe for three, one step up, and so forth.
If I leave a light on in my little room when I go out in the world, all of God’s six leggeds come running and a few eight legged ones follow them for dinner. No real screens yet- just temporary sliding flimsy ones and the internet cable comes in there too so there’s a gap in the screens. It amazes me what finds it’s way in.
Tonight, I went to the neighbors to wash clothes and make eighty deviled eggs as my contribution to the neighborhood July 4th party. I dropped my phone under the car while carrying everything and had to crawl around in the VERY dirty drive full of nails, paint rinse water, etc to find it right after taking a shower. Showers are still cold but that’s okay because after six hours in the garden a cold shower is good. I have to go fetch the 400 ft extension cord from the garage where it’s hitched during the day to the power table saw so I can plug in my water pik and at least feel as though my mouth is clean. The deck was power washed and sealed today. It looks beautiful, but I must stay off it for two days, All the outdoor chairs, table and all of my house plants are just sort of higgle piggle in the lawn, gathering daddy long legs. If all my wool hasn’t congealed into a giant sawdusty single wad of humidified felt I’ll be simply astonished…and so it goes.