I have been fighting allergies all weekend. I don’t know what I am allergic to, since I have never had this happen to me. I am not sure if it is a result of the stroke. Maybe it is just old age. I do know that when I am inside with the windows shut I am fine. When I went outside or opened the windows, my eyes itched and my nose dripped. I attended my second cousin’s wedding, so I took an allergy pill. I was fine after taking the med.
I finished painting my son’s new room dark green. He loves it. I am glad it is done. It took much longer than I expected. It also took almost the whole gallon for a tiny room. The textured upper walls and lower paneling were torture. My right hand is sore. My toes are sore from climbing the ladder. During the actual painting my back was aching. Only a few more rooms to go.
After next weekend, the long holiday weekend, I will be finished with trying to get anything done until I move in. My son should have some baseball games, and I can not spend all my money on gas. My garden will be started so late, and I won’t be able to attend and water it. I will be doing the Ruth Stout thing. I will throw the seeds and mulch the hell out of it and hope for the best.