Three huge boxes arrived, just as I was about to move myself from armchair to kitchen for a tuna sandwich. Although the weather channels are warning of flooding in our county, David decided to make a run to Subway, but first we had to drag the huge wet boxes into the house. Did I say it was raining?
As Arlington sits on the high ground above Washington, which lies on what was once a swamp along the Potomac River, I can’t see why the weather fellows are so concerned about flooding. Unless it is the commuter route along the cemetery. Or, perhaps, it is the Four Mile Run which collects the water from our numerous, now underground, convert contained streams, and dumps the water into the Potomac via Alexandria.
In the 1960s, the Four Mile Run, which carried boats and provided a spot for a grist mill along Arlington Mill Road in colonial days, flooded everything along its banks. Today the stream, redesigned by the Army Corps of Engineers and pretty much silted up from development along the beltway, provides a place for apartment dwellers and others to play. It sits in a flood control zone lined with trees and soccer fields, and includes picnic areas, dog parks, community gardens, our sewerage processing facility, and a bike/hike trail which passes under Route I-95. Arlington is nothing if not tidy thanks to its ‘Smart Growth’ county board.
Front porch in August 2013
So what’s in those boxes that arrived in the rain? …annuals for my outdoor containers. David bought several bags of potting soil on Sunday so we will be ready when the sun shines again. I tend to plant the same flowers year after year, so I don’t become confused. Besides, I mostly liked the way they looked in previous years. I told David to get the least expensive bags of soil, but he brought home ‘Miracle Grow’ again which is too powerful for most of the plants. Last year, several people told me I had the largest Coleus they had ever seen. Some of them were four feet tall or higher. David thought they looked great. What is it about men and size anyway?
Yesterday, when Old John came by to measure the garden shed for a new roof, I asked him to sit down for a minute or two and talk with me because I wanted to ask him some questions about Celiac disease. Kathy told me John’s wife Phoebe has had it for a couple of years, and I knew he had learned much about it. He shared much information with me, and said he would ask Phoebe to call me. You will come to love rice noodles, he says.
I also bought a couple of books on the subject, including one by Elizabeth Hasselbeck, and called my physician’s office to arrange for my annual blood test at our local hospital which is 10 minutes away. I mentioned my visit with the Gastroenterologist and asked if there wasn’t a blood test for the disease (I know there is). I have scheduled the Endoscopy and Colonoscopy for June 4, but intend to be prepared for any news informing me of the worst…such as “no more Pepperidge Farm cookies for you.” Quite frankly, from everything I am learning, I think there is a scale of severeness from 1-10. Of course, the main issue for me is to raise my iron level to normal. Hence, at the moment, I am the queen of iron tablets and Metamucil.