I sincerely hope that all ya'll ate as well as I did today at the sawmill. There wasn't any BBQ but I could really care less about that unless it's hot off the grill with the black stuff stuck all over the outside. Yep...I'm a snob like that. We pooled our resources up there and ate like the champs that we are, all at one table at some point saying grace that we have jobs and play well together. The emergency department was ( of course ) packed out since all the clinics were off for the "holiday."
Me and my roomie had kinda sorta made a date to tour the bottoms this afternoon when I got off, but we ended up on the golf course with his pregnant daughter and her fella. The guys had already played 18 holes and just had to do 9 more, so they taught me how to drive a golf cart. There was probably some kind of method in that madness....time will tell. I imagine I'll be the one keeping the baby while THEY play, which will be okay. After two days in the sun at Gigi's pool I was already a nice shade of burgandy. It's a nice little course owned by the city that has been, for the most part, ignored since the country club set started playing at their high priced location some twenty five years ago. I will never forget when the powers that be of our fair city attempted to pull the public domain thing on the 75 acres from Samaria Bend up the hill on Pecan Lane to "enhance" the golfing experience so as to attract corporate attention to the 'burg. This same bunch built a superhighway right up to the front door of one of our oldest industries which now employs around 150 people. Your tax dollars at work, right? It ended up alright with the owner who just happened to be an attorney flying in at just the right moment to meet with the board and explain how this farm is his heritage and he would see them in court. It never happened, and some contractor made several million constructing the new course and the houses that surround it like little boxes. All I can say is praise the Lord I've still got my up close and personal view of farmland and history.
Every year at the end of May, the weather turns off hot and humid and stays that way until we beg for mercy and get a big fat cool front. This year? If you're a farmer on high ground, look for a bonus. That is, unless the locusts come and eat the crops. Ain't I just a ray of sunshine?
On this day, the day that we honor military folks who have lived and died to protect our rights as Americans, I say thank you for believing when I haven't. Thank you for giving your lives and your service to a greater good. As my happy friend ME says : "No matter where you go, there you are."
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
land of the free
Happy Memorial day eve, ya'll. I hope everybody is enjoying day two of a three day weekend which is (alas) only a regular two dayer for me. I worked on Christmas and New Year's and somehow got picked for this one too. We rotate that shit so as to keep it all fair. When the company sold awhile back, we lost about four holidays and half of our accrued sick time. Such is life in corporate America. It makes me wonder about why our forefathers fought and died for the belief that the USA is all good and true and honest. It's a nice thought, but it went by the wayside when we sold out to the Asians.
Actually, I can't complain because I've spent two days in the water at my sister's pool and even got a new bathing suit for the holiday weekend. I hate to shop, so BG went and found me one that she thought might fit and by golly it did. Everybody up there loved not seeing me with the old model hanging down from my old ass with enough room for five homeless people to move into. Stress and pneumonia will do that on occasion and I've had plenty of both.
Today was, of course, brunch with the grands and we chose a different place that turned out to be one of those made to order breakfast places where they also sell doughnuts by the dozen for dessert. After I delivered them home and counted pills and did the allergy shot thing, I headed to the store to pick up beer beverages for my friends over at Gigi's house. There's a family whom I've known forever who still owns their homeplace between here and there, and I stopped in to visit for a bit. Darlene and Terry were there along with all of their offspring, but Frank was absent due to his son's high school graduation. All I can say is bless his heart. I'd hate to be trying to decide which way to go career wise in this day and time. They own a significant chunk of South Dyersburg where the great Forked Deer flood of '10 wiped out their family fortune last year. Easy come, easy go.
Much of our sisterhood chat this weekend has centered around love and devotion as a choice rather than a bad habit. We ain't yo' momma and you need to man up and deal with that. I was single for eight years before BE saw fit to hook me up with someone who understands who I really am and how I got here. Not that he enjoys listening to all the drama, because he's got enough of his own. He just does, because that's how we roll and misery usually does better with company. The good thing is that when we have fun, we're usually on the same middle aged laid back page. God is good....all the time.
I used to think that somebody SOMEWHERE had all the answers. It was the PC way of thinking, which we all know can be tricky. Now? I don't believe in answers except as holy replies to cosmic questions which pilgrims toss out there along the road. War is bad, umkay? Especially when it's over natural resources that are a gift and a curse, all in one. God is watching us, and he/she is not happy with entitlement, whether it's from Wall Street or the feds. Plant something. Save a river. Teach somebody to read or write. Give blood. Create a work of art. That is what faith is about to me personally...making a difference, one life at a time. I believe with all of my heart that this message would be approved. If we don't begin change, who will?
Let's sleep on it ^j^
Actually, I can't complain because I've spent two days in the water at my sister's pool and even got a new bathing suit for the holiday weekend. I hate to shop, so BG went and found me one that she thought might fit and by golly it did. Everybody up there loved not seeing me with the old model hanging down from my old ass with enough room for five homeless people to move into. Stress and pneumonia will do that on occasion and I've had plenty of both.
Today was, of course, brunch with the grands and we chose a different place that turned out to be one of those made to order breakfast places where they also sell doughnuts by the dozen for dessert. After I delivered them home and counted pills and did the allergy shot thing, I headed to the store to pick up
Much of our sisterhood chat this weekend has centered around love and devotion as a choice rather than a bad habit. We ain't yo' momma and you need to man up and deal with that. I was single for eight years before BE saw fit to hook me up with someone who understands who I really am and how I got here. Not that he enjoys listening to all the drama, because he's got enough of his own. He just does, because that's how we roll and misery usually does better with company. The good thing is that when we have fun, we're usually on the same middle aged laid back page. God is good....all the time.
I used to think that somebody SOMEWHERE had all the answers. It was the PC way of thinking, which we all know can be tricky. Now? I don't believe in answers except as holy replies to cosmic questions which pilgrims toss out there along the road. War is bad, umkay? Especially when it's over natural resources that are a gift and a curse, all in one. God is watching us, and he/she is not happy with entitlement, whether it's from Wall Street or the feds. Plant something. Save a river. Teach somebody to read or write. Give blood. Create a work of art. That is what faith is about to me personally...making a difference, one life at a time. I believe with all of my heart that this message would be approved. If we don't begin change, who will?
Let's sleep on it ^j^
Friday, May 27, 2011
live and learn
At some point I will understand that freeware isn't really free when they take you hostage and eff up your FB and blogging experiences. There's been a whole lot of shit crap on my my mind lately and I've been forced to hold it all in while considering how to kick a ten year old Dell in the ass and save a little bit of memory. I think I've gotten my money's worth out of it, even considering their intensive collection activity when I couldn't afford to pay. When this one dies, the hard drive will go in the story box along with the last one. For that? I thank you Michael in upstate New York. And the horse you rode in on.
For today, I'm just incredibly thankful not to be the coroner in Joplin MO, using DNA testing and dental records to identify remains from the "tragic tornado" as the MSM calls it. Browkaw is trying his best to put a happy face on the long Memorial Day weekend while the rest of us deal with the grim reality of six weeks of wild and crazy weather in the mid-south. Fortunately, we dodged a bullet on Wednesday when our Torcon was 9 and everybody was freaked the f**k out about what if. My parents lost their power before the storm ever hit, so guess who hauled them up the hill so daddy could watch TV. Three guesses...first one doesn't count. He tried to bring his pee jug with him but I drew the line. I knew in my heart he'd be back home before bedtime.
There was a rainbow that evening, after the storm passed as the sun was setting. They always amaze me, and give me hope that the promise is real. It's one of those things that I will always stop and notice, and say amen to. It was a very appropriate message considering the wrath of mother nature lately. I will never forget the day that a tornado slammed into the UMC in Piedmont AL where Reverand Kelly Clem was the pastor. Her four year old daughter Hannah was killed when the church crumbled around them during a Holy Week service. That my friends, takes a lot of faith to get through to the other side where you believe that it all happens for a reason.
Enjoy your three day weekend and please stay out of the ER. If I have to work on a holiday, I'd prefer that it not be real busy.
^j^
For today, I'm just incredibly thankful not to be the coroner in Joplin MO, using DNA testing and dental records to identify remains from the "tragic tornado" as the MSM calls it. Browkaw is trying his best to put a happy face on the long Memorial Day weekend while the rest of us deal with the grim reality of six weeks of wild and crazy weather in the mid-south. Fortunately, we dodged a bullet on Wednesday when our Torcon was 9 and everybody was freaked the f**k out about what if. My parents lost their power before the storm ever hit, so guess who hauled them up the hill so daddy could watch TV. Three guesses...first one doesn't count. He tried to bring his pee jug with him but I drew the line. I knew in my heart he'd be back home before bedtime.
There was a rainbow that evening, after the storm passed as the sun was setting. They always amaze me, and give me hope that the promise is real. It's one of those things that I will always stop and notice, and say amen to. It was a very appropriate message considering the wrath of mother nature lately. I will never forget the day that a tornado slammed into the UMC in Piedmont AL where Reverand Kelly Clem was the pastor. Her four year old daughter Hannah was killed when the church crumbled around them during a Holy Week service. That my friends, takes a lot of faith to get through to the other side where you believe that it all happens for a reason.
Enjoy your three day weekend and please stay out of the ER. If I have to work on a holiday, I'd prefer that it not be real busy.
^j^
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
american history
I got to pondering today on how much technology has taken over during the eightyish years that my parents have been alive. Born during the great depression, they were brought up in totally opposite worlds, but ended up living the same one here on our farm where three children were raised up right, knowing how cows have babies and can turn on you when you raise a red shirt to the breeze. After the thrill of wading in muddy ditches was gone, I turned to looking for reasons to get into town where all the action was. We all attended school on the street where both sets of grandparents lived. It was almost so Cleaverish as to be sickening at times ;) Both our parents worked in town so it was easier than trying to have somebody get us off the bus from Holice Powell just to make a quick scoop and deposit us at one grandma or another's place. My great grandma Ethel lived next to the school so I got to eat lunch there sometimes...always a treat with things like chicken and gravy in an iron skillet plus berries and cream for dessert. Beats the heck out of peas and carrots.
Daddy worked as a plant pest control agent for the USDA during the heyday of the boll weevil. I remember visiting his office and marveling at all those push pins where he had trapped them and there was an effort underway to eradicate. That was his DAY job. After that, he managed the farm with (a little) help from my brothers so he essentially was on call 24/7 for that. He delivered calves in the snow with chains and hauled bales of hay in the summer to fatten up their asses for sale. Mom was this and that, ranging from staff reporter for the local newspaper to claims adjudicator for state unemployment recipients. And fabulous cook! They both remained active with their friends doing their own thing at least once a week. Daddy bowled, played penne ante poker and went to fish fries and squirrel stews. Mom played bridge and went on unforgettable getaways with her gal pals. It was a joint effort, by them, to keep their respective sanities while raising three kids and making a living during the sixties and seventies. Their hard work allowed them to retire early and enjoy life a bit at a time when that was not a dream but a possibility. There were very few family vacations due to the nature of farming, and the ones we took were pure torture on everybody....especially the time I rode to Atlanta in the back seat of the white Chevy, wedged between two little brothers. I opted out on the Stone Mountain tour and chilled in the hotel room while they did the Chevy Chase vacation thing. Hey...I was a 13 year old girl and had had enough of the fam.
Mama was the one who liked to "get away" for a bit and daddy could care less, so she went without him. She saved up her quarters and bills for a long dang time to afford a trip to England with her ladies. I remember wondering why she was so upset right before she left for her dream trip, and realized that she was just afraid to leave us or, more likely, that our world might end before she got back to fix it. To this day, I think she's driving herself nuts with worry over every little detail. Something tells me she needs a timeout from reality. Come to think of it, I could use a little of that myself.
Just to let you know how thankful I am for little things, I'm jumping for joy tickled pink that I get to sleep in for an extra hour tomorrow. The bird flu has kicked my ever loving ass to the point that I crave the chance to stretch out and be still. So here's my theory. The flood of the century came and so did all the egrets and ducks and geese, just as nature intended. That's when H1N1 came to visit from some Asian country and made me sick as a dog for three months. There was a vaccine last year, but this year no go. I personally think the vaccine manufacturers totally missed the mark on flu season 10/11. I'm living, heavy breathing proof. After James Frank helped me get the mower off the fence post yesterday, I finished up the yard so that the traveling John Deere could move down to my parents' house and then back to the junction where Sally lives. If I ever get a camera that works I'll show ya'll her pic...cutest little border collie you ever saw. She's learning to ride in the truck now like a good dawg. I'm sure she'll fall out at least once, like Faith did right in the middle of Lake road from the back of a red Dodge. Oscar thought he could fly last time we went up to spend the night at the Newbern residence and still has the scar on his chin to prove it. Precious memories :)
I was scheduled for allergy scratch testing today but had to break down and take some benadryl after yard work so I'm disqualified for awhile. It's just as well....my PA told me I might need some recovery time after the bird flu. She's younger and smarter, so I trust what she says.
Over and out kids. Remember who you are ^j^
Daddy worked as a plant pest control agent for the USDA during the heyday of the boll weevil. I remember visiting his office and marveling at all those push pins where he had trapped them and there was an effort underway to eradicate. That was his DAY job. After that, he managed the farm with (a little) help from my brothers so he essentially was on call 24/7 for that. He delivered calves in the snow with chains and hauled bales of hay in the summer to fatten up their asses for sale. Mom was this and that, ranging from staff reporter for the local newspaper to claims adjudicator for state unemployment recipients. And fabulous cook! They both remained active with their friends doing their own thing at least once a week. Daddy bowled, played penne ante poker and went to fish fries and squirrel stews. Mom played bridge and went on unforgettable getaways with her gal pals. It was a joint effort, by them, to keep their respective sanities while raising three kids and making a living during the sixties and seventies. Their hard work allowed them to retire early and enjoy life a bit at a time when that was not a dream but a possibility. There were very few family vacations due to the nature of farming, and the ones we took were pure torture on everybody....especially the time I rode to Atlanta in the back seat of the white Chevy, wedged between two little brothers. I opted out on the Stone Mountain tour and chilled in the hotel room while they did the Chevy Chase vacation thing. Hey...I was a 13 year old girl and had had enough of the fam.
Mama was the one who liked to "get away" for a bit and daddy could care less, so she went without him. She saved up her quarters and bills for a long dang time to afford a trip to England with her ladies. I remember wondering why she was so upset right before she left for her dream trip, and realized that she was just afraid to leave us or, more likely, that our world might end before she got back to fix it. To this day, I think she's driving herself nuts with worry over every little detail. Something tells me she needs a timeout from reality. Come to think of it, I could use a little of that myself.
Just to let you know how thankful I am for little things, I'm
I was scheduled for allergy scratch testing today but had to break down and take some benadryl after yard work so I'm disqualified for awhile. It's just as well....my PA told me I might need some recovery time after the bird flu. She's younger and smarter, so I trust what she says.
Over and out kids. Remember who you are ^j^
Monday, May 23, 2011
maybe i'm amazed
I watched in horror today at a slideshow of the destruction in Joplin MO from one big honker of a tornado. Here in the the southeast, and the midwest as well, we have not had a single freakin' break from bad weather news in about six weeks. This particular tornado was so wide and on the ground so long that it took out about 50% of the town, including the hospital. I silently wondered what we would do if that happened. I mean, yeah...we've got a disaster plan and all on paper, but when something like that happens it's pretty much go by the seat of your pants. We are the only hospital in town, with the closest ones of comparable size and acuity level sitting about 40 miles away. It was a monster, even in this part of the country where tornado season starts in January and ends in December. One of the worst ever around here was in January. Talk about getting caught off guard! If you have never seen the destruction firsthand that a tornado can cause, you can't really grasp the power contained in these storms and the way that they shatter lives. With a death toll right around a hundred in Joplin, everybody and their mama is affected in some way. And it's still storming! Come to mention it, our weather's looking kinda iffy too. There have been very few nights that I can remember waking up and dozing off all night with thunder and lightning for eight hours straight like last night.
I ran into two old friend/co-workers today and we all made small talk about each others' health which is what you do when you get older, I suppose. It's either that or your golf game. I saw this totally cool piece on TV yesterday about this retirement place in Florida where everybody has a golf cart instead of a car. They get 'em all pimped out and drive around drinking wine and margaritas and visiting. That's where I wanna go if I don't make it to the beach for my last years. Fiji, preferably. Yes indeed Truman...you did make a huge impact on me.
I'm jonesin' really bad because my camera is wore ass out refuses to play right. After spending some time lusting after 42 inch teevees the other day, I've decided that a camera is a much better investment and will give me more happiness than a bigger picture of Tosh's face. All suggestions from techno savvy friends are invited and encouraged, especially with best prices and customer reviews. Oh..and there's that budget of 200 bucks, firm. Gotta be able to afford a new PC to go along with. My financial widget has convinced me to do things proactively so as not to become beholden to some giant mega corporation with wild ass interest rates. I'll just save up and pay with cash.
Happy Monday to you and yours. The other shoe failed to drop and the world hasn't ended so far so it's all good. Keep the faith ^j^
I ran into two old friend/co-workers today and we all made small talk about each others' health which is what you do when you get older, I suppose. It's either that or your golf game. I saw this totally cool piece on TV yesterday about this retirement place in Florida where everybody has a golf cart instead of a car. They get 'em all pimped out and drive around drinking wine and margaritas and visiting. That's where I wanna go if I don't make it to the beach for my last years. Fiji, preferably. Yes indeed Truman...you did make a huge impact on me.
I'm jonesin' really bad because my camera
Happy Monday to you and yours. The other shoe failed to drop and the world hasn't ended so far so it's all good. Keep the faith ^j^
Thursday, May 19, 2011
freedom's just another name for nothing left to lose
How do I love thee dear sawmill...let me count the ways. I was actually happy to go to work at the buttcrack of dawn because it's been a LONG time since I felt like doing anything other than the poor pitiful me routine. We all take our physical strength and good health for granted until something happens that reminds us that it's a gift and must be cared for accordingly. I've been very active most of my life doing aerobic exercise of some sort on a regular basis until about five years ago. Which is exactly when I started being "puny" as the old folks say. That moderate physical exercise enabled me to get by with a few evils, one of which is smoking, a little longer than most do before they start having health issues. It has also kept me from becoming terribly overweight(which is in my genes) and given me a way to move my HDL up a bit, which is something that is usually set in stone because of heredity. Both of my parents were smokers, with daddy quitting during our early childhood days and mama many years later. Neither brother has ever touched 'em. I'm to the point now to where I can actually manage one without choking to death, but I'm very aware of frequency, triggers and desires. About half of what I have been buying burns up in an ashtray somewhere while I wander off on my mission at the other side of the house. Yeah, I know. Here's your sign. That's all I'll say about that. Just assume that no news is good news and that I stay aware.
I'm all about some author friends and I pulled up to the mailbox today to find the first book published by my friend Joe, the Canadian cowboy and country singer. He and Drew have been my constant soul mates and companions while I've struggled to keep my head above water financially and all other ways. They are gentlemen with, not only talent, but the unique character trait that makes them true friends. Sometimes you don't have to touch somebody in person to know who they are. Thanks to both of you, I have remained true to my self and my values and have looked for a man who has the same qualities that you both bring to a relationship like loyalty, respect and tolerance. Ya'll all know it just wouldn't work any other way, right?
There is a certain freedom that comes with age, and I've been learning to enjoy the subtle changes that seem more of my personality now. Like not caring what other people think or say. And doing the right thing even if it pisses somebody off or breaks a "rule". Nothing makes me crazier than those kind of people who are blindly obedient to authority figures. I mean, good lord.......we live in a country where we have freedoms that others would DIE for and so many of us march along like little soldiers in an army that never questions a damn thing. "It's just easier not to make waves." I've heard that many kazillion times in my life and my philosophy remains that if it's a battle worth picking, it's on like donkey kong until the spirit tells me to go another way. If a battle doesn't get picked, it's because on my scale of 0 to 10 it doesn't even register on the radar. In other words...I don't see it as a problem.
Right now the biggest challenges for me personally lie in caring for my elderly parents without losing my mind causing them too much disruption, and paying the bills. It is a scene that is repeated times a million every day by a generation of baby boomers who have seen their parents outlive the grands by ten or more years because of the advances in technology that prolong life. It's a Catch-22. We live longer, but the quality of that life is often not good enough to actually enjoy. Our national healthcare system is stressed to the limit because of that fact. Well, that and the idiots who try to off themselves and fail. My golly, if I wanted to die, I'd get it right the first time because you get sent far far away for that shit. I've seen every dimension of life imaginable as a front line healthcare provider from pre-birth to post-death, and it never ceases to amaze me.
I'll try to get back to some lighter subjects soon like puppies or babies but it's been a long two weeks. Thanks for all of the prayers and hugs and well wishes..they mean more than you will ever know. We stagger our shifts at work so there's this guy who comes in usually right before I'm leaving on a go in early day. We've been fast friends from day one and he's another one of those like Joe and Drew who grabbed my soul and let me lean on him. His remark today when I asked if he'd missed me was this: "I looked over there and saw you and thought well she really IS alive after all!" He'll be one of the ones left behind when we all head for the hills begin to think about retirement. It'll be in good hands.
BG has been AWOL since the whole flood/pneumonia debacle, hanging out at a friend's house and digging into her new job with both hands. And this? Makes me smile bigger than I have in a very very long time.
^j^
I'm all about some author friends and I pulled up to the mailbox today to find the first book published by my friend Joe, the Canadian cowboy and country singer. He and Drew have been my constant soul mates and companions while I've struggled to keep my head above water financially and all other ways. They are gentlemen with, not only talent, but the unique character trait that makes them true friends. Sometimes you don't have to touch somebody in person to know who they are. Thanks to both of you, I have remained true to my self and my values and have looked for a man who has the same qualities that you both bring to a relationship like loyalty, respect and tolerance. Ya'll all know it just wouldn't work any other way, right?
There is a certain freedom that comes with age, and I've been learning to enjoy the subtle changes that seem more of my personality now. Like not caring what other people think or say. And doing the right thing even if it pisses somebody off or breaks a "rule". Nothing makes me crazier than those kind of people who are blindly obedient to authority figures. I mean, good lord.......we live in a country where we have freedoms that others would DIE for and so many of us march along like little soldiers in an army that never questions a damn thing. "It's just easier not to make waves." I've heard that many kazillion times in my life and my philosophy remains that if it's a battle worth picking, it's on like donkey kong until the spirit tells me to go another way. If a battle doesn't get picked, it's because on my scale of 0 to 10 it doesn't even register on the radar. In other words...I don't see it as a problem.
Right now the biggest challenges for me personally lie in caring for my elderly parents without
I'll try to get back to some lighter subjects soon like puppies or babies but it's been a long two weeks. Thanks for all of the prayers and hugs and well wishes..they mean more than you will ever know. We stagger our shifts at work so there's this guy who comes in usually right before I'm leaving on a go in early day. We've been fast friends from day one and he's another one of those like Joe and Drew who grabbed my soul and let me lean on him. His remark today when I asked if he'd missed me was this: "I looked over there and saw you and thought well she really IS alive after all!" He'll be one of the ones left behind when we all
BG has been AWOL since the whole flood/pneumonia debacle, hanging out at a friend's house and digging into her new job with both hands. And this? Makes me smile bigger than I have in a very very long time.
^j^
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
moving right along
Well, it looks like the party's over for me and tomorrow is another day at the sawmill. I'm finally medicated enough to make it through the day so I'll do two and then have the weekend off. It has worked out well for me, actually, to work a little and be off a little allowing me to build my strength back up slowly. I remember very little about last week, and that's probably a good thing. My new regimen includes allergy testing and a very expensive drug for asthma, but my insurance pays (for a change) so it's all good. I did indeed have a serious pocket of pneumonia, but the whole thing was made worse by my tendencies toward allergic reactions to things like mold, mildew and dust mites. Not that ANY of those things might reside in a 100 year old farmhouse!! I've got a damn towel stuffed under BG's door to catch the mold spores creeping up from the basement. She has jumped into her new job with both feet and is loving every minute of it...even when it's a little overwhelming. For her, it is a unique opportunity to help fix something that was so badly broken that all the rules went out the window and the staff is basically creating their own programs for residents. That can only be a good thing when it comes to elder care. I went down to check on "the grands" earlier today and found Mom with laryngitis and a rattling chest. Lord. Have. Mercy. We had that woman a Zpak in hand in less than two hours. If that doesn't work....we've got more!!! I've been on a total of three antibiotics trying to find the one that will finally kill this evil witch of a disease.
Corporate is due for a visit any day and I'm happy to say my yard doesn't look like Fred Sanford's garage anymore. The asparagus went to fern a week ago and I've been watching the planting going on all around me as I putter with herbs and flowers in pots. I'm a container gardener from here on out...guess I've become lazy in my old age. My friend/boss's mother is one of those elderly ladies who think you're going to the devil if you don't put in a garden. The thing is, she can't do it so she guilts her son into it! I know...I know. We would all miss the homemade tomato juice if she just quit ;)
I am still weak physically, but emotionally I've had time to re-group and get the knots out of my shoulders. The physical health will return and be stronger because of that mind cleansing. There is no doubt that I was as sick as I was, partially, because I was stressed out enough to implode at any given moment. On the up side when I checked my labs the other day, except for that pesky white count, everything was normal. As in GOOD normal...cholesterol, HDL, risk factors, etc. That hasn't always been the case, so I'm grateful for little things. It's amazing how much using olive oil can do for a gal!
Rock on ^j^
Corporate is due for a visit any day and I'm happy to say my yard doesn't look like Fred Sanford's garage anymore. The asparagus went to fern a week ago and I've been watching the planting going on all around me as I putter with herbs and flowers in pots. I'm a container gardener from here on out...guess I've become lazy in my old age. My friend/boss's mother is one of those elderly ladies who think you're going to the devil if you don't put in a garden. The thing is, she can't do it so she guilts her son into it! I know...I know. We would all miss the homemade tomato juice if she just quit ;)
I am still weak physically, but emotionally I've had time to re-group and get the knots out of my shoulders. The physical health will return and be stronger because of that mind cleansing. There is no doubt that I was as sick as I was, partially, because I was stressed out enough to implode at any given moment. On the up side when I checked my labs the other day, except for that pesky white count, everything was normal. As in GOOD normal...cholesterol, HDL, risk factors, etc. That hasn't always been the case, so I'm grateful for little things. It's amazing how much using olive oil can do for a gal!
Rock on ^j^
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