2024 52 Card Project: Week 27: Low
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pegkerrUnlike the rest of the country, which has been roasting under a heat wave, we here in Minneapolis have been experiencing an unusual amount of rain. The result for the vegetable garden has been mixed: the kale and Swiss chard are happy, the basil is miserable, and the tomatoes are sulking. The news is filled with stories of farmers struggling with floods in the fields and rivers overflowing their banks.
On the other hand, my lawn has never looked better. And I haven't had to water it once.
Oddly enough, despite the rain, and despite the fact that I live about as far from the oceans as one can in all directions, I have been thinking about low tides.
As I mentioned in my previous entry, I fell ill last week. Not Covid, fortunately, but this cold was a doozy, and it pulled me down terribly. I cancelled every single plan I had last weekend. I had hoped to get out of the house on my wedding anniversary on Friday the 5th, just to do something fun to distract my thoughts. Instead, I lay in bed, coughing and miserable. The dishes piled up and used Kleenexes were scattered everywhere. I cancelled my usual walk with friends, and when I tried to go out on my own, I only managed to get around one block. My lung capacity suffered when I had Covid last December, and the asthma season this spring has been worse than usual. I have been trying to build my lung capacity back up again, and now I feel as though I am back at my lowest point.
I made a collage about the cold, but I was entirely dissatisfied with it. It seemed so obvious: a blanket scattered with Kleenexes, a thermometer, a bottle of Dayquil. This is my second attempt, and is more about the concept of lowness that has followed the cold.
I find it objectionable and boring to hear people whinge about their health. Sorry. It really has been what has been preoccupying me for at least a week.
A boat sits on sand, beached at low tide. Foreground: dirty pots and pans. Used Kleenexes lie scattered on the sand around the boat.
Low
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On the other hand, my lawn has never looked better. And I haven't had to water it once.
Oddly enough, despite the rain, and despite the fact that I live about as far from the oceans as one can in all directions, I have been thinking about low tides.
As I mentioned in my previous entry, I fell ill last week. Not Covid, fortunately, but this cold was a doozy, and it pulled me down terribly. I cancelled every single plan I had last weekend. I had hoped to get out of the house on my wedding anniversary on Friday the 5th, just to do something fun to distract my thoughts. Instead, I lay in bed, coughing and miserable. The dishes piled up and used Kleenexes were scattered everywhere. I cancelled my usual walk with friends, and when I tried to go out on my own, I only managed to get around one block. My lung capacity suffered when I had Covid last December, and the asthma season this spring has been worse than usual. I have been trying to build my lung capacity back up again, and now I feel as though I am back at my lowest point.
I made a collage about the cold, but I was entirely dissatisfied with it. It seemed so obvious: a blanket scattered with Kleenexes, a thermometer, a bottle of Dayquil. This is my second attempt, and is more about the concept of lowness that has followed the cold.
I find it objectionable and boring to hear people whinge about their health. Sorry. It really has been what has been preoccupying me for at least a week.
A boat sits on sand, beached at low tide. Foreground: dirty pots and pans. Used Kleenexes lie scattered on the sand around the boat.
Click on the links to see the 2024, 2023, 2022 and 2021 52 Card Project galleries.
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