Blossoms emerge

A LONG time ago, I tried to add these photos to the blog, but for some reason, it just wouldn't take. So please accept a late viewing of our plum trees in full blossom. I wondered, at the time (see 'For everything, there is a season'), what would be next to spread its glory. Now I know the answer; the lilacs are at their height of lusciousness. Yellow irises are on the verge of revealing their intricate, velvety petals. The peonies have a ways to go, but the buds have already formed.

Gilly has not spent much time in the garden of late, but appreciates the fruit of his labours of yesteryear. The sun broke through for a significant period of time today. Hopefully my feisty Israeli gardener will again be tempted to spend time in his yard for reasons other than to pick up Liylah's business.

I spent loads of time at the computer this morning, working on my year end report. The hours slipped by without my plying Gilly constantly, in small doses, with food and drink as I usually do. I provided breakfast, but left him to his devices from then on, working feverishly to complete my task. I’ll have to budget my time more effectively, because if I do not make periodic, tempting offers of food and drink, he doesn’t indulge. I can fully understand. I myself have a bad habit of not taking in enough fluid during the day. However, it is crucial that Gilly remain hydrated and well fed.

Today was my last official meeting at the college, so I will be more attentive from now on. All work can be done from home at this stage of the game, with short trips to my office to pick up and drop off documents. Thank goodness for computers, Internet, fax machines, answering machines and so on.

Jerry brought Gilly over to have his tooth filled at 2:30, and then on to radiation (now moved up to 3:45). Nothing untoward occurred, so that’s positive.

I arrived home at 6:00 with a car full of groceries. My worn out fellow offered to help me unload my packages, but we settled on having him start the Bar-B-Q instead. His eyes were at half mast, but he never misses an opportunity to offer his services to lighten my load.

Yaron did the heavy work as Gilly puttered around upstairs, straightening up odds and ends. He complained of a headache, but preferred to eat before taking Advil. By dinner’s end, the pain had disappeared. He may not have eaten his fill in my absence, which certainly could result in a headache.

His gaze seems rather unfocused this evening. I asked. “Is it your eyesight, or are you just plain tired?” He concluded, “It’s probably a bit of both.”

Tomorrow, sometime between 10:00 a.m. and 11:30 Cathy, the CSSS nurse enters stage right (I stand corrected; the revised term for CLSC is Centre Service Santé Sociale). I wonder what role she’ll play in our reality show?