Lock-down Day 725

If nothing changes, nothing changes. That Leitmotif keeps running through my head ... to plagiarise Douglas Adams: "in search of something to connect with."

I've certainly changed a great deal. The simple fact that I'm re-watching series I've seen more than once - with 'new eyes', so to speak; that tells me I've changed a lot! Well, either that, or I'm loosing my mind! No, I still remember the episodes, I'm just looking them at with a new mind.

At home, well ... continuous changes. Not all of them good, but that's life.

I've had two ... not exactly dreams, I don't know what to call them. In one, I had a different job, in another I'd won the lottery. Both are recurring, the kind I've had before. As I said, they're not exactly dreams. Realistically, I don't see how 'another job' is going to work - at my age? Unless I work for myself, like a consultant or something. Again - at my age? I wouldn't even know what field to even start looking ... All I can do now, is keep my eyes open. And my mind, as well.

Well, I've cleared up the Marigold bed. I now have enough seeds to fill the entire garden with Marigold! No, I have no clue what I want to do with them. Apart from sowing them around the border from the grill around the outside room. Once I've removed the jungle that's currently growing there ...

This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen! It's a Marigold.
Dried and full of seeds ... with some of the seeds already
growing new flowers!

And I found two like that!

Well, bread is not just baked, but lunch packed. Kitchen is clean.

I went to sit on the veranda ... but it was still a little early. So, I started cleaning my succulent bed - which is looking quite bad, I'm afraid. The biggest 'problem' is one of the succulents! It has completely taken over most of the bed already, and is growing outside the bed and just spreading and spreading! What I've done, is: I've just cut it off, whole armfuls of it, and spread it under the Jacaranda tree! Some of it should take root there and grow! That would solve the weed problem in that section. And I mean: whole armfuls!

Oh, and I've evicted the toad. Or frog. Or whatever it was. I placed it on the compost heap, which is as close as I can get to the waterhole created by my landlord.

Well, mippies are inside, treated, I've enjoyed a lovely hot bath, and now I'm munching the last potatoes and gem squash. That's it for today.