Had the last of my spring medical appointments this morning...you know how it is, male or female, you see your physicians and dentist, then also have to have the preventative prodding, poking and/or X-raying of relevant body parts.
All important, but I feel I have been
consumed with these the past couple of months...because, I have.
Had my last one this morning, and there actually are
no appointments of
any kind on my calendar for next week..just Moraine View.
Interstate goes in this afternoon for its scraping down and recaulking of the roof, tho the last such application 3 years ago has still not yet leaked, so I hope Cummins does as good a job as Peterbilt...it is something Doug always did, but I cannot, so must hire it out to those who can.
Need to get my hair trimmed yet, the garage door opener installed and my rock border down (must be getting close, as the city has been out to mark utilities in the yard), then little house tasks are essentially completed and I can begin preparing for heading out on my next long trip...mid-June, or thereabouts.
I'm ready, and starting to get excited about it.
Made some more shell pavers yesterday for one of the back yard beds, saving back just enough shells to make one more for my Iowa City granddaughter...who has a "secret garden" at her house, where Grandma promised a shell paver would be provided.
I found a
lot of olives this last trip, of all sizes and colors, starting at Tybee Island...where my first venture out on the beach turned up not a one, and they are the State shell of South Carolina, you know, so I have a particular fondness for them.
Walking and talking to Doug about that beautiful island, where we'd never been together, and he being very much in my heart after the visit to his memorial bench the day before, I said to him
honey, help me find an olive shell...not that it's his job as now-spirit-hubby, to help me find olive shells, I was just being bit silly....but when we returned to the beach the next morning, it looked as if an entire
bed of olives had washed up overnight.
I didn't pick them all up, as someone else might want some

, but I picked up a lot of them, and continued to find them the rest of my beach time that trip.
Coincidence? I think not.
Tybee will become a return-to place each year now, and I have two weeks reserved there next year already.
My neighbors to the south have also bought a home there, and are moving this Saturday...both of them university professors, one of whom has accepted a high powered position at a university in Savannah, a big enough deal that they are moving them from here to there.
I'm very happy for them, but they have lived next door about 20 years, and I am sad to see them go.
But...life.
Maggie