time slows to a crawl

 

I chose this one because it looked like it came from the same tree as yesterday's deceitful beauty. This afternoon, I picked it up from the desk in the bedroom and very nearly threw it, uneaten, into the woods. 

Then I washed it and took a bite.

Heaven. 

Everything a peach should be. Neither of them had a sticker indicating place of origin, so I'll recant my statement about Georgia peaches. It could be local.

I managed to scuttle out and get some errands done today before my kitten-sitting began. The post office does more business with people getting or renewing passports than with letters and stamps, and it's not set up properly for that.

The parking lot was double rows, and I was the only person at the counter sending mail. Everyone else was in chairs waiting for the passport boogie to begin. And people bring their kids with them, of course. The lobby felt like a daycare center minus teachers.

Anyway, in and out, then on to Walmart to find a humidifier, as suggested by the ER vet. Cool, not steam.

I encountered four employees who didn't know what a humidifier was or where one might be found. One by one, we narrowed it down from small appliances to baby stuff to the pharmacy.

Once home, this summed up the rest of my day. I was glad for rainy weather.

Smart girl immediately thought the stream of water vapor was something to play with, so I didn't have to box her up for a treatment. She helped herself. 

It really seems to help. Her barking sneeze quieted, and she (we) were able to get a good nap. 

On my last trip to New York, my sisters and I drove to our favorite seafood place in Rhode Island - Georges of Gallilee. After we ate, I deadheaded the giant marigolds growing in pots outside, stuffing my pockets with crispy seed heads. This is the first time this has ever paid off with real flowers. 

Behold, the Daughters of George's Giants growing on the dyedeck.