Yesterday I meant to take it easy and do basically nothing. However, I was standing out in my front yard (wearing shorts, sandals, and a little shirt), talking with my neighbors and seemingly spontaneously started pruning the huge ash tree in my front yard. I took a lot of big branches off that tree, and then I had to cut them up. I am still not done cutting them small enough to go out with the trash on Wednesday. I asked my neighbors on the other side of my house if they would mind me taking out the two bushes on our shared property line. I didn't know if they were theirs or mine. One was mine, and one was theirs. Not only didn't they mind, but Mr. Neighbor got his ATV out of his garage while Mrs. Neighbor tied a rope around the bushes, and they yanked them out! It was neat to watch. Now I am committed to doing some landscaping this year, I have been talking about doing this for almost 6 years now! Oh, I cannot wait to plant a climbing rose on the corner of my house!
From all this work, I am too sore to get out and run this morning. Anyone who has read my blog for a while knows - this is some serious soreness.
Daughter and family came over for dinner last night. She is 3rd on the list now for the rehab. She is packing up her household, preparing to put all her stuff in storage. Some of you have asked why it is taking so long to get into rehab. This is not your average rehab. This is the Salvvation Arrmy (sorry to misspell, but I don't want to come up on searches for this) - it is a six month residential program for women. It does not cost anything, which is good since my daughter hasn't worked for a couple of years now. The women work all day long at a warehouse, and then come back at night for therapy, and travel out a few nights a week for AA and NA meetings. I know people who have worked there, and I have seen the women from the program come to meetings over the years. I think it is a good program, and I think it is just the kind of thing my daughter needs.
My body hurts so bad I am actually considering not going to work today. I have 4 huge projects due by the end of this week, so that may not be the best idea. But I would dearly love to soak in the tub for an hour and then go back to bed. (I don't think most 55 year old women ran 10 miles on Saturday and then played Paul Bunyan on Sunday - but I am glad I can do both of these things!)
"I have come to believe that my illness is spiritual as well as physical and mental, and I know that for help in the spiritual sphere I have to turn to a Higher Power." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, (3rd ed.) p. 473