Before I do, though, I have to say- THANK YOU for all of your who chimed in with encouraging words about my new health issues and especially, for any prayers lifted up on my behalf. I appreciate them so much and have read and re-read through the comments a shameful amount of times. As many of you said, I am trying to ease my way back/find my new "normal". This may mean less blogging, as I try to take unnecessary things off my plate OR it may mean you see MORE of me- as I find myself with more 'leisure time' BECAUSE I have taken things off my plate. Either way, I am sitting down a lot more these days and precariously close to becoming a lazy bum. :-) I have many people saying 'don't over do it!' so I think it will be highly unlikely that I could, even if I should want to.
Now, on to Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real. Because I know you were waiting with bated breathe...
My sister-in-law picked a gorgeous get-well bouquet from her yard and brought it to me, along with dinner for the family. Lovely. The flowers and the gesture.
Ever since the foundation work, I have wanted a sidewalk. The winter found me slipping on ice mound, the spring found me sliding on mud mound and then recently, Matt made me a sidewalk. I am so HAPPY about this sidewalk, you have no idea.
My poor seedlings. They have had a miserable time of things this year and yet they trudge through. Though I bought the supplies I never did get my lighting shelf. (Lucky Bonnie!) Then, despite my better judgement, I used popsicle sticks to marker plant types instead of writing it right on the cardboard like I usually do. All for the sake of a picture too. (Vanity!) Well, within two days a certain two-year old had plucked all the sticks from their respective spots and left me with a pile 'o' plants unnamed. That was irritating (more than a bit.) The latest torture my poor seedlings have had to endure came at the hands of said two-year-old again...this time as he laughingly plucked their heads off. And no, not just one or two.
I put this in the FUNNY spot because I know that SOMEDAY it will be funny....like when I am 95. Remind me to laugh then, okay?
I am probably going to be buying more plants than I thought this year. Like, all of them. (This is me- letting go of things.)
After one of my hospital visits and before the children came back home, I laid on a blanket in the beautiful warm sun while Matt mowed the lawn and promptly fell asleep, during which time my unaccustomed winterskin went into sun shock. Please, no comments about skin cancer. I know sunburns are bad. Very bad. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to do it. I don't LIKE being the butt of the 'what's red, white and ___________" jokes. I won't do it again. (Cue Matt's laughter in background.) But it seems I am incapable of welcoming spring without at least one fire-engine red burn. Argh.