My parents came up yesterday to take away the wood in my back yard. At first I thought that’s all they were doing. Turns out they had greater plans than I did. I had just about decided to re-use last year’s garden plot. I knew I wouldn’t get all that wood moved. I knew I wouldn’t get a raised bed built. I knew these were all tasks I couldn’t accomplish in time to get seeds in the ground. I just knew it. But then here come my parents, bickering their way through wood clearing and garden building. I am thankful for it. So thankful. Now I have to decide on the plants. Maybe last year’s garden will be a new herb garden. The possibilities.
Misti posted on my FB wall about how I survived Wednesday. Surprising enough, I did OK on Wednesday. The glitch in the day happened when I laid down in savasana. I started sobbing and then I made my yoga teacher start crying. It was not a pretty picture. But then I got my scooter to head home and all was well. I survived. One milestone down. I’m thankful for getting through, but I’m also thankful for that release in savasana. It was a reminder to let go, a reminder to be on my mat (something I’ve been struggling with lately).
I am thankful for the weather which has allowed me to ride the V and build a garden. I am thankful for the hard work my parents have done for me. And I’m really thankful for the naps I’m going to allow myself this weekend. Here’s to a peaceful restful weekend and a very Thankful Friday.
Hooray for your parents and the garden beds!
yay for possibilities, for yoga, for release, for possibilites, for your parents, for your scooter!
Well, looka there. Huh.
The thing to put in your brain, on those days that feel like they are slowly peeling off your skin, is that you Never Have To Do This Day Again. Ever.
and you don’t.
I’m so excited for your new garden! I’m happy that your parents, bickering and all, came up and gave you a hand. It’s so much easier when you’ve got an army of hands behind you to get stupid not fun house crap like that done.
happy Friday, my sis. I love you.
I enjoy reading your stories. I think of you often because you are so young to have gone through what you have, Chris was so young. . But one day at a time and it does get better. Have a good week=end and plant those tators.