I can't believe it's been one month since I've sat here and jabbered.
Remember that soup that I was making in early July?
It was a premonition.
We've had unseasonably cool temps here, and I've even been chilled at night in the yard at times!
Life is good friends, it's very good.
It's so good indeed that I don't know what to talk about first.
Let's talk about Aaron...we haven't talked about him in, like - forever.
Do you know the child is nearly 19 years old?
It always flabbergasts me when I look at him - and he's a man - but he's a boy. But he's a man.
He's doing great - loving life - planning his move to Chicago.
His cologne lingers longer in the house than he does.
He breezed in last night for a few minutes.
I hadn't seen him for two days - and we'd just sat down to a bowl of Ina Garten's Chicken Chili
(see, I'm still cooking up the fall foods!)
and I was so excited to see him.
I ushered him to the table in between hugs and kisses -
"tell me what you've been up to!"
He brings so much life into the house - I love hearing his stories - Lord - the laughter!
I was saddened when he said 'I've only got a few minutes Marmie! I'm leaving for a five day camping trip to Wisconsin - I'm just here long enough to pack!' To which I respond 'but what about my hair!?'
And so that's how it goes here with him.
I told him to be careful - and my exact words were 'now - don't be drinking and fall off the boat and drown - cause things are really looking up in my life right now'.
We collapsed in laughter and kisses - and he blew the horn on his way out of the driveway.
He's a boy.
He's a man.
On to the yard -
I've fallen in love with gardening all over again!
I'm so enjoying the changes, and the downsizing. It's like I have time to think again, and be creative!
I'm not spread so thin that it's all I can do to maintain things.
Here's just a few snapshots...there's still so much work to do here, but I'm just over it - it is what it is.
It'll get done.
I'm waking up to the possibility that there is life beyond being consumed by this old house.
|Thank God for kind neighbors with heavy machinery!|
|Where I sit with my morning tea/coffee.|
|This used to be the garden where the brick walkway was, and the scarecrow....ah well....it's all lawn now, with a little veggie garden. I'll get some new photos soon. (like next month!)|
I promptly took out my seeds and planted a little vegetable garden.
I'll get a few beans and cucumbers before the frost.
Today I plant more lettuce and peas.
The chickens are terrific. I just have 8 now.
I sold 10 to a great gal in my Beekeepers Club.
The bees are doing 'ok'. I've got a few great hives, and a few not so great hives.
I've ordered a naturally raised half a hog - and a quarter of a cow.
I'm doing well with eating right and have started excersing again, as much as my knee allows...and I've even *gulp* committed to doing the RAGBRAI bike ride (500 miles across Iowa) next year with a blog reader I've not met yet!
I'm in a good, mentally and emotionally healthy place with food and my body.
The best news of all - I'm well.
So is Glenco.
Nary a thing to complain about.
Remember a year ago?
I do declare that it's taken nearly a year of getting that Effexor out of my system for me to truly
feel like myself again.
What we've gone through here is a lot.
I know that drug has helped some people - but I believe it's harmed just as many, if not more.
I can't encourage you enough to use drugs as an absolute last resort.
Let food be your medicine.
If you are going through a hard time - find a friend to be an advocate for you - don't blindly follow Dr's recommendations. Research things for yourself. Follow your instincts.
Peter McWilliams wrote:
Definition of a victim: a person to whom life happens.
And doesn't life just happen to us all?
I suppose it depends on what we do with it.
Will we dwell on it, or let it destroy us - or will we find the gumption to get up and start over?
I feel like I must have been in the front of the Gumption line when God was handing it out.
I'm not sure where I get it from, but I flat out refuse to quit, give up, see thing negatively, or believe that life is anything less than what we make it.
I'm looking forward to August - not with butterflies in my stomach - but butterflies in my spirit.
Somethin' good is about to go down.