Sometimes
what one needs is a good, solid day of scut work to clear out the cobwebs - literal and virtual - and restore a sense of order. The boys and I cleaned the house, then went out and did quite a bit of yard work. The dead edamame plants were divested of their seed pods (which are up for grabs, because I have plenty), as were all of the other dead plants in the garden boxes. I've not yet pulled the tomato plants, but that will happen soon, as they are dreadful to look upon. Perhaps I'll call them Halloween decor and leave them until the first week in November.
After clearing out the boxes, I dug up the crab grass that had invaded the side garden after the last time I did that. Not so much, this time. That left me a large, open space to fill with the bulbs I'd pulled out of it this summer. There will be hyacinths and daffodils and tulips, but no idea what colors will end up where. The anarchy of it pleases me, and I expect it will do so again in the spring.
I left the planting of bulbs in the front garden for another day, as my back was just beginning to protest but not yet hurting. See? I can learn. Then I came inside and watched a heart-stopping football game with Duncan. Since my team won, I don't regret the elevated stress levels.
I don't know if I'm shinier or not, but balance has been restored both physically and emotionally, so that's a fine start. And whatever it is I'm forgetting can just wait, because right now, I'm going to lie down on a heating pad, read for a bit, and get to sleep at a reasonable hour (not still on the heating pad - duh), so I can get up early tomorrow to hit the gym for my endorphin rush. I figure if I keep throwing stuff at this malaise until Angus gets home (Friday), I'll make it through the week without killing anyone or crying. Yes, they are about on par right now, and that shit needs to stop.
Thank you all for your support and kindness. It helped more than I can possibly say.
After clearing out the boxes, I dug up the crab grass that had invaded the side garden after the last time I did that. Not so much, this time. That left me a large, open space to fill with the bulbs I'd pulled out of it this summer. There will be hyacinths and daffodils and tulips, but no idea what colors will end up where. The anarchy of it pleases me, and I expect it will do so again in the spring.
I left the planting of bulbs in the front garden for another day, as my back was just beginning to protest but not yet hurting. See? I can learn. Then I came inside and watched a heart-stopping football game with Duncan. Since my team won, I don't regret the elevated stress levels.
I don't know if I'm shinier or not, but balance has been restored both physically and emotionally, so that's a fine start. And whatever it is I'm forgetting can just wait, because right now, I'm going to lie down on a heating pad, read for a bit, and get to sleep at a reasonable hour (not still on the heating pad - duh), so I can get up early tomorrow to hit the gym for my endorphin rush. I figure if I keep throwing stuff at this malaise until Angus gets home (Friday), I'll make it through the week without killing anyone or crying. Yes, they are about on par right now, and that shit needs to stop.
Thank you all for your support and kindness. It helped more than I can possibly say.