I’ve written about my bouts of euphoria in the past, and said when I googled it, I learned it could be the sign of a terminal disease. Twenty years later, and nada, so I figure it’s just plain old euphoria over being alive and especially living in Canada. Our main worries seem to revolve around how to utilize the 1.8 litre Hellman’s mayo we stupidly bought at Costco. In other words, nothing.

Of course, with cat ownership one is often brought down to Earth by their habits. Yesterday I noticed a mouse head, well not really the head but the snout and whiskers, lying on some dried blood. I thought I have to get a paper towel to clean that but having a hummingbird’s ability to be distracted, I forgot. Then this morning after walking down the hall I realized I’d kicked the mouse head without noticing, as now it’s dry and light as a fluff ball.

Margaret was here over the long weekend which was tremendous fun as always. We went to thrift on Saturday where she found a new pair of Ecco pink leather runners for $15.00 and an Old Navy brown trench for $4. We love stuff like that. I screamed for joy when I found a 6-cup plastic filter cone as I’ve been looking for months. I need to be able to make vats of coffee at once for the German visitors and I only have the silly 2-cup cone.

Denis and his long-time pal Ralph came to visit us on Sunday. They scared Frieda so badly with the sound of their motorcycles she had a diarrhea attack in the kitchen. Fun. We had a lot of good laughs, mostly over the offspring, so that was great. Only parents can really get into the crux of what makes their children insane.

I’ve found a new mania in the yard, the lawn. For 20 years I’d watch Denis aerating and fertilizing and ignored it, wondering what it all meant. So, for the past 14 years I’ve done nothing except water, and over time I noticed the moss and creeping buttercup, but thought hey, it’s green isn’t it? However now there’s very little grass left so in a total fit I ordered aerating, moss-killing, and thatching, and now I’m out on my hands and needs pulling out tufts of moss.

It’ll likely never return to being a proper lawn, but at least I have a new obsession, right? The old ones, such as dahlia collection have also kept me busy as I planted the bulbs I’d stored over the winter, and 22 of them turned into plants again, so that’s an awful lot of planting to do. I did half a week or so ago, and today the dogs and I’ll go out and get mighty dirty and love it.

As I’ve said we have Amazon deliveries almost daily thanks to Calvin, the Gen Zer, and the other day the old Purolator driver came, and we chatted a bit. He looked at my Ponderosa pines and cedar hedges and said well I guess if there’s a fire, there’s not a lot you can do here. I agreed and said I’m sure not logging off 30 mature trees just in case there’s a fire one day, then went inside and packed a Tupperware of precious stuff to take to Osoyoos, just in case.

I really hate people who worry all the time because what does it do? Ruins your present moment and sure as hell doesn’t stop that thing from happening or not happening. I refuse to do that to myself because I have too much to do in a day as it is. Imagine wasting my precious time on that.