Of Trees

Yesterday's potential seemed possibly horrific, and I was in no hurry to meet it head on.  There was the Xterra that I wasn't sure was fixed.  There were the tree guys. There was the same old same old same old. 

I thought I had it in me to tell a tale today, and I just gave it the old college try, but I can't do it.  It is just too much effort and labor for me today.  It's a good tale, but long and difficult to interweave all the disparate parts into a nice brocade, so it will have to sit still and wait for a better day.  

I'll just short hand it for now.  I drove the car to the store, and it didn't overheat.  I drove it more after that, and it seemed fine.  When I got to my house, the tree guys were there.  I saw Mr. Tree, but he was on his way out so I didn't have to have a long conversation.  I showered and left my house mid-afternoon.  It makes me anxious to sit in the house when other people are working, so I came back to my mother's and took her grocery shopping which is something she said she wanted to do.  At day's end, I felt some relief. The trees were looking good when I left the house and my fear of storm damage this year was much abated.  Sure, I still have to drop my trousers in return, but I have come to grips with that now.  Damage to my house would be much more expensive since I don't have the kind of insurance that would pay for that. 

That's another story.  

I got a call from my Yosemite buddy last night.  He is in town.  So is T who called just minutes ago.  We are on for lunch.  My hope is that I will be able to act as though I am not in a deep dark hole and will be able to carry on a normal conversation.  It worries me.  

But OK. It's all good.  New tariffs have been levied and everything will be more expensive.  Oil is topping $100/barrel and I'm afraid to eat fruits and vegetables.  I live in the Valley of Death, and I am fearful.  

Still, I don't have a friend who isn't somewhere vacationing.  Alain is in Chile. My mountain buddy is in the Sunny South.  My midwest friend is galloping all over the country.  T is traveling as is my conservative buddy. 

But I'm right here taking care of business, which I must do now.  Time to make a breakfast from ma.  

It could be worse.