My brother-in-law had his 2nd hip surgery, and is recovering at his usual lightning pace at home. His surgeon sends patients home the same day if possible, because their infection rates stay much lower if people don’t actually recuperate in the hospital. So the other day my sister walked him slowly up to the neighboring farm that backs their yard, and sent me pictures of him admiring a young cow and a pig.

The man who cuts my lawn called to see if I wanted him to do it again this year. He didn’t start until considerably later than this, last year, but the temperature reached the 50s and 60s just last week so the grass began to grow. Now it’s 30s again.

I’m catching up with cleaning now, after doing little for 2 weeks of being sick.
Doing laundry is something to dread even on normal days, because I use a laundromat, and it isn’t kept very clean. A silver-haired woman comes in around 6am to do what passes for cleaning, but she uses some awful-smelling cleaner which doesn't include bleach.

I figured if I went in very, very early I’d get there before she did and have the place to myself. I went armed with a bottle of soapy-water-and-bleach and a stack of clean rags to wash off the top of the machines I was going to use. I also washed the door handles and buttons on several dryers.

It’s a small laundromat. When I walked up, there were 2 young men asleep inside, one on a table and one on the long bench. There was a teddy bear propped up on the table across from them, obviously theirs, which was funny. This has happened before, finding someone taking a nap there, and it seemed too much trouble to come back another time. So I went in and started my laundry. The lady who “cleans” didn’t show up by the time I left at 7. Maybe she has stopped for a while. The young men stayed there trying to sleep the entire time, and wished me a nice day when I left.