Walking and meeting a friend

Yesterday was still a bit chilly, despite the temperature, because of stiff winds st the shore not so far away, but I went walking, and admiring the views of new foliage against the sky

Then turned a corner of the building to a waft of perfume. The honeysuckle, officially an invasive, still smells wonderful to me, on the first day it's open

Then an old friend, often buried in leaves, showed up

And here in closeup

I've often thought of bringing her home to sit in the groundcover, since the original owners probably left long ago, and she was tossed into the woods. But I think I'll leave her here. There may be other people who like seeing her.

Then home to a lunch of mushroom omelette with a green salad including garlic scapes.

And lengthy discussions with Gary about the rethinking of his patio since the fence changed it. His patio is more like a tool shed than a garden, because of all his projects. 

While we were at it, he obligingly did my Spring task of uncovering the condensation pipe from the air conditioner, and clearing out the winter build up of debris. 

The builders installed it several inches below grade, who knows why, and I have to crawl around every spring to clear it and replace the screening and rocks I put in to keep out leaves and soil. But it's hard to work that way, so I was glad of the help. 

Since we have humid summers the condensation is an issue. Neighbors who didn't realize where the pipe was, or even that there was one, have found water backing up and crashing through the living room ceiling.

We also unearthed a large S hook I'd lost to squirrels, so that's good. I use S hooks to hang plants, and now that I can't hang anything from the fence, it may as well be inside.

This week is also about lab work of various kinds, familiar annual stuff. And this afternoon is a movie, yay. At the library not the lab, I'm glad to say.

Happy day everyone.

Fight on!

Simple food, a good book, simple stuff I'm not good at.

Out of soup yesterday and out of clever meal ideas, I assembled a mushroom omelet, sliced baby bellas from the freezer, two eggs, no fancy seasoning, whole wheat bread spread with labneh. Easy. Ready in no time.

And it didn't take up  time from the latest reading. I found a Leon I hadn't read, a Brunetti, and it's very good.  Reading it comfortably on my Kindle. I can't read ebooks on any device with a refreshing screen, migraine ensues.

A lot of reading reminds me of two things, one being I need a new rx so I have to see the eye doctor. The other is that one of the sorrows of losing Handsome Partner is that until his last years he used to clean my glasses, and that's gone.

He'd worn glasses since early childhood, was totally used to the care of them. I started in my fifties and was hopeless at remembering to wash them. 

I'd be peering through a fog of crumbs and thumbprints, and he'd give a roar of exasperation, whip the specs off my face and clean them. He took to doing this whenever he washed his own specs. I got used to this, and, solo again, I've slid back into my slovenly ways. 

I'll mend my ways when I get new glasses, honest. I say this every time. It doesn't last long before I'm squinting through buttery smears, but I always mean well.