Day 255: Still Waiting...and Waiting...

I finally gave in and called the little clinic where I had my Covid test done on Saturday. I know they said three days, but I was hoping it might have come in. No such luck. As a matter of fact, I left a message and it wasn’t returned. So, hopefully it comes in today. My back still hurts some, but the rest of the symptoms seem to have abated, so I’m thinking it was just a run of the mill virus and not the BIG one.

I puttered around the house yesterday out at the farm. I decided to put the Christmas decorations up. I have a couple of trees that light up that Mr. FixIt gave me the first Christmas right after we started dating. I went to Colorado that Christmas and was gone a month. When I got back, I pulled in the driveway and the trees were on the front porch of Grandma’s house. It was the first time I’d seen lights out there since I was a little girl and I sat right there in my truck and cried. It was the sweetest thing.

I pulled the trees out and put them together and ran the extension cord out to the front porch. No matter how I hooked it up, they wouldn’t light. I tried plugging them into the light receptacle. Nothing. I even brought them back inside and purged them into the house. Nope. When I have them set up out here, they run 24/7 for at least 6-8 weeks. I’m sure they just burned out. Unfortunately, they aren’t the kind of lights you can change, nor is there a fuse. So, I’ll just have to come up with something else for the porch this year.

When I was living here at the farm, I saw a couple of boxes of Christmas stuff in the basement. I went down there yesterday and rummaged around and found them. There wasn’t a lot that was really usable, but I salvaged what I could and put them out on the dining room table to brighten up the place for the holidays. Grandma always had pretty tablecloths for the old round dining table. Most of them were practical flannel-backed vinyl, but one of them is this printed cloth one for Christmas. I also found the three red plastic bells that have always hung on the front door ever since I was a very little girl. They don’t work anymore either, but they’re out there…bringing back the memories. So, we’re all decorated on the inside.

While I’ve enjoyed my respite here at the farm, I am really ready to go home. I miss my boyfriend! I had the opportunity to have long conversations with family and friends the last few days. We talked about marriage and how we get into a groove when we are together all the time. Bring in a global pandemic and keeping to yourselves and that adds a whole new layer of togetherness. BC…before Covid…Mr. FixIt bowled two nights a week. BS…before strokes…he worked odd jobs with his friend Harry. I traveled and camped and spoke publicly. We were used to having some separation. So, yeah…any breaks away only make us appreciate each other that much more when we get back together.

I’ll hang around today for the phone call. I’m just certain it’s negative. It has to be…if not, we’ll be spending Thanksgiving alone. I need to get home and prep some pumpkin and make some pies! Thanksgiving is just around the corner!