wednesday
Spiderweb bullseye. The weather has gotten much cooler here. It is 45F this morning. The projected high for today is supposed to be 67. Foggy. The hummingbirds are really busy this morning at the feeder. Maybe they need quick copious quantities of sugar water instead of having to search for flowers to start their day.
I took this pic a little later and at first I thought it was the same horse but this one has only 2 booties and is a bit swayback.
Not sure what I'll do with this. Yesterday when I laid down these colors I was thinking of adding some flowers later with the acrylic brush pens. Now I don't know. It feels like a different kind of mood today. Dave's hand is hurting him a lot and I sympathize. He just doesn't feel well at all. No temp but he's nauseated and feels chilled. They told us that his pain would be the worst on the 3rd and 4th days and that seems to be coming true. Neither of us is sleeping well and we both feel tired. Last night I dreamed I was working at Polk again and it was my first day in a new cottage. It was break time and I found the break room. There were chaise lounges and soft chairs and some tables with chairs. There was a lot of spilled food on the floor, dry cereal and crumbs. I for some reason in the dream couldn't sit down and rest till I had swept the floor even though they said a janitor was coming later - I couldn't wait. I think this is reflecting on me being in "helper" mode right now with Dave. That seems very ingrained in me. I remember when I had the broken wrist and I was in the same situation two years ago (nearly useless right arm - except that I had covid too) but I took care of myself all day long while he continued to go out ice fishing everyday. I wanted him out of the house so I could have it all to myself and not infect anyone with covid. Dave is not asking for help but I'm hovering over him looking for what I can do. I think I need to let him learn how to do things with just his left arm and stop hovering. Just now I saw he was getting dressed and went in to offer to help him with his socks. Should I or shouldn't I help with little things he could do by himself? I feel I should, but when it was me I didn't want any help. I've been thinking about John a lot lately, and Candy's brother-in-law who is a quadriplegic. Trying to find the right balance for me in this situation with Dave.