I love housework, I just love housework, I really love dusting, especially - NOT.  I like it when it's done.  Too bad it doesn't last.  I still have whatever it is I have - probably a viral infection of the sinuses or ear cavities.  I have been waiting for a call back from the doctor, so far nada for 2 days now.  I have been doing home remedies, and I believe I am getting better on my own.  At least I hope so.

The dusting - ah, the dusting.  While I'm at it, I am again bagging up things to be given away.  It is a strange feeling to be winding down my life, eliminating all those things that I once thought were essential to my happiness.  Now I just look at everything with amazement that I even have this "stuff."  My quest now is to get rid of it.  I can't believe how it has all become a part of who I am, or who my ego claims I am.  I have decided not to panic (which I do everytime I realize that it is all too much for me to cope with), and give myself 9 months to dispose of everything.  That's the same amount of time as it takes to make a baby, so it's a realistic timeframe.  A "time horizon" as they say nowadays.  I'm reading books by Jon Krakauer now, presently "Into Thin Air."  I like his writing style. 

Suddenly, the garden has no interest for me.  While I was too sick to go out there, the deer (and I know who she is and where she lives) has gotten in and eaten all the pole beans to nothing, at least half the bush beans are gone, the peppers are wasted, the raspberries.  And the weeds became rampant.  I can't do it anymore.  If I was well, it would be different.  And the mosquitoes and no-see-ums are fierce this year, not to mention the flies.  Not even the dogs can go out and enjoy the summer.  It's too hot and muggy.  Not that it really is, it's just that we prefer cool to cold weather.  I probably will have a good harvest anyway. 

Today is the last day of July.  Merry August to all!  September is just around the corner.