I love rototilling. I finished up yesterday, at least the first round. There is something so addicting about clean black dirt replacing gray, weedy, packed down old garden. It's like a blank slate and a new morning and fresh green grass that hasn't gotten too long yet and just smells good. All possibility and no annoying maintenance required yet. Wow, I'm like a teenage girl with a new boyfriend.
Anyway, it is really truly summer here and we are getting our third day in a row of 30 above. I love it! The only problem is that last week I walked right into a coffee table. Consequently I have this enormous bruise - it's probably the size of an apple and it's deep black with a yellow centre, right on side of my left thigh. It looks like someone hit me with a bat. At least this is a bruise I remember acquiring. Most I have no idea where they came from, but that hurt. So I can wear shorts and deal with sympathetic looks but you gotta feel for Dan every time this happens to me.
Tomorrow my oldest son turns 13. Wow again. That is something. Every time Seth has a birthday I think of Zach (hey, Wendy) and how it is his birthday too and I wonder how you all are doing but I don't call because I know this is a rough time of year for you. So just so you know I do think of you. Anyway, Seth is going to be a teenager and he really is growing up. Deep voice and laid back humour and skills! I'm so proud of him. He had to babysit some kids yesterday for his babysitting course and of course they loved him. I think he had a good time even though the three year old girl apparently dragged him around by his thumb for three hours.
I have to say because I'm trying to explain to Dan why I love rototilling - wouldn't it be great if you could rototill a relationship? You forgot to weed and some parts are getting overgrown with quackgrass and the edges are becoming blurry and the packed down parts are blending with the plants - so, take out the rototiller - spend some quality time just going around in circles with a pleasant vibratory sensation going through your arms and voila! nice clean relationship ready to start all over and soft and warm to boot. Sigh. The world should have a rototiller.
Anyway, Heidi turned 8 last month and Seth is turning 13 tomorrow and Dan is turning 42!!! next week and time is ticking on. I went out with a friend of mine yesterday who told me that I should not expect to get less tired as my kids grow up - so make sure and have fun now. Ha ha! That is so not encouraging! I feel like I have always been tired in waves and weekends but now it seems to be a more or less permanent thing. Apparently I should keep on fighting gravity and working out and doing all the stuff that comes AFTER the rototilling that is less fun because this is life. Specifically my life which I have voluntarily made labour intensive so quit whining.
Okay, I will. I'll get on with life too. I'm off now to take Levi to the dentist as quick as I can after he gets off the bus and then I'll pick up bread and come home and make supper and put the kids to bed and clean the kitchen and get ready to do it all again tomorrow.
But my garden is right now perfectly clean.
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