Where to Begin?
I continued to work on getting the garden ready for planting.
This entailed much tilling, shoveling, mixing manure and compost,
more tilling, more shoveling, laying brick borders, and raking.
I kinda feel like this about my garden right now.
However, in the process of doing all that,
I screwed up my elbow.
Like, seriously, messed it up.
I've been unable to open and close my right hand.
I've had throbbing elbow pain
which radiates up into my neck and down to my thumb.
I'm now in a sling and wearing a brace on my elbow.
I'm told I have to keep my arm immobile for several days.
Which means I can't cook.
I can't drive.
I can't wash my hair properly.
And I complain incessantly.
In other words,
I'm a joy to be with right now.
I took my sling off to type this post, shhhhhh,
because neither snow, nor rain, nor heat,
nor gloom of night shall keep me from my duty
of sharing my life with you.
It's THAT important!
My daughter, Katie, is a strange bird.
She's prone to become dramatic over small things
like the common cold and
running out of Mango juice.
major occurrences are drama free.
Here's the text I received from her on Wednesday.
Yes, her house caught on fire.
And she sent me a text to tell me.
What in the world is wrong with our young people?
You don't text your mother to tell her your house is on fire.
She's staying here with us until an electrician
can get in and fix everything.
She brought her 2 cats.
Having 3 cats in the house is fun.
Fun, as in interesting.
Interesting, as in, I hope they don't kill each other.
Have a great weekend!