I mowed front and back yards today. Then I weeded the rose bed, the lavender beds, harvested parsley, mint, sage, chives, lettuces, radishes, and checked the progress of my strawberries, raspberries, carrots, roses, and lavender.
I picked a bouquet of daffodils, hyacinths and tulips for the livingroom.
My wild violets are up and need to be picked later today, along with the dandelions.
Now, though, I need to take a shower and get ready to take my ex to get a colonoscopy. I agreed to take care of him for life, but I never agreed to live with him nor did I ever have a condom compact with him, which is why we’re not married anymore. But I take my responsibilities seriously. I take him to medical procedures he needs to have done. I visit him when he’s sick and make him soup. I take care of his dogs and house and mail when he goes out of town. I help him out when he runs his booth at fairs.
And I’ll keep on taking care of him until he falls apart and expires of old age – which he will likely do long before me. I’m 12 years older, but physically, he’s 40 years my senior – old decrepit, falling apart. He’s got arthritis, bursitis, whinitis. Every time I see him he’s got some new ache, some new pain, some dreaded possible ailment because of his age. Listening to him, you’d think he was in his nineties and about to expire with the next breath!
Me, I haven’t got time to be achy, cranky, and pampered. I have a garden to finish getting in, a house to paint, dishes and laundry to do, homeless people to feed, sick friends to visit, dogs to care for (not mine, my son’s while he’s in Iraq), trees to prune, and a fence to put up.
