Got picked up at 10:00 to go to island. Shlepped a reasonable amount of stuff for one person/ two nights. Got to get back to the city Monday night for a meeting with the lawyers Tuesday early a.m.

Matt - my landscaper taking good care of his domain!

Matt – my landscaper taking good care of his domain!

Roses- aaaahhhhh

Roses – aaaahhhhh

There are ripe apples and red pears on the trees now. There are roses where for 18 years there were no roses. Long stem, American Beauty roses. Beautiful. I have this conflict about cutting them and enjoying them in a vase vs. leaving them in the garden and marveling at them there.

Red pears

Red pears

We’re going to have a bumper crop of figs, but that’s what happens when you plant over a dozen fig trees and bushes.

Figgies!

Figgies!

Who’d have ever thought that this little patch of garden would become “The Orchard?”

Between the gates...a real jungle of plants!

Between the gates…a real jungle of plants!

a lush jungle of plants at adrienne's home

There are donut peaches that are the most unimaginable color red.

Me with my first apple off the tree behind me

Me with my first apple off the tree behind me

The landscaping pundits are all wrong. They all said “You’ll never see an apple here,” and there’s that and so much more.

adrienne's overgrown garden

What with the humidity here, it’s like walking through a tropical rain forest!

adrienne's overgrown garden

Eddie’s got to delay his trip here. The sober-companion job he’s taken on demands his staying in LA for another week. He signed on for a lot more than he bargained for. I saw it coming—with all his wisdom and experience, he didn’t and has been side-swiped by the addictive behavior of his charge. Food addiction is so different than anything else. We all have to eat. Taking the social aspect out of eating, the going to restaurants or calling in for food—the easy fixes—are now verboten. There are hard and fast rules that have to be followed and Eddie’s finding it challenging to  keep his guy on track without hysterics. It reminds me of some of my caregiving experiences—Steve knew best. Contrary to doctor’s orders and advice that “sugar is fuel to cancer” he lived on chocolate chip cookies and ice cream. These people want help but they also want their way.

I’m back on track with writing. Have Kate’s class on Thursday night and have to get some pages done for that. No idea what subject matter I’ll deal with next. I hope it just dawns on me and becomes organic. But I’ll deal with that tomorrow at Tara. La-di-da!