The days really seem to be running away from me. The garden is harvested and I have slowly been emptying my flower baskets and boxes. I can not do many at a time as we only have one garbage container and there must be room for other detritus as well as garden.
Froze more tomatoes and Harvey now wants to make ketchup. He can do that as it will give him something to do. I think I will end up giggling as I watch him try to remove tomato skins, and get rid of the seeds. I will have to buy a bigger pot though so that is being put on my shopping list. It has to be made from a non reactive metal...perhaps my enamel blancher would work?
I think I am becoming a bit depressed over what has been happening over the last while. Not being able to take a holiday away weighs on my mental well being. Sure having a daily walk is good, but soon we will have snow and ice and walking will be a bit dangerous for me. I am always afraid I will slip, fall and break something else. Osteoporosis is not something I would wish on anyone and something I never thought I would have to worry about. I could be fighting Harvey for his Happy Light this winter.
The other thing that is weighing on my mind is the fact that I don't think I have enough of my big chores completed and I could be getting a phone call about surgery at any time now. I wanted to get the insides of my cupboards cleaned and straightened and instead I have procrastinated and they still are not done. I would say perhaps next week, but I think I would be fooling myself. I know with age it is going to be a longer recuperation time and that kind of scares me. I am not the type of person to just sit around and do nothing for an extended period of time. I am also worried that my surgery will either be over our Canadian Thanksgiving when both our sons come home, or will be put off again because of a surge in Covid-19 cases. Must learn to breathe.
Everybody have a wonderful evening.