The sun is out and I can finally sit crisscross applesauce in my lawn chair that has seen better days. We got the entire set ten years ago as a bridal shower gift. Aside from the mismatched towels that I overlooked because they were incredibly soft and the toilet bowl brush that had plastic frogs floating in some sort of oil water concoction, this was the best gift. They won and got nothing but food. Talk about a raw deal.
The legs are starting to rust after many off seasons spent in a shed that floods whenever it rains. We really should fix it, but we don’t because it is a shed and we don’t sleep in there.
Only the spiders.
And that one time when angry hornets built a nest. They chased Shawn when he tried to bust down with a baseball bat.
It made for some good entertainment from the safety of the kitchen.
I love writing outside especially since I’ve been cooped up in the dungeon for far too long. I almost resorted to using the tanning beds again. They’re like winter’s incubator for big people who disregard warnings of skin cancer and introducing your child to the movie Frozen.
God damn you Disney.
Other things that I love doing in the backyard; gardening. I have no clue what the majority of the plants are called but I pretend that I do.
“It’s a menaculous phenaloveous of the pink variety.”
They all took a hit with this rough winter weather so I’ve been nursing them back to health. Chunky helped by ripping out the weeds which were my beloved daisies (yes, I know what those are). What can you do.
“Mistakes happen Momma,” he said to me when I crapped my pants.
Gardening is one of my top therapeutic things to engage in. It’s tough work but the end result is worth it. My pain specialist disagrees. When I saw him on Tuesday, he considered sending me his gardener because my back muscles were that tight. He gave me a private room, two pillows, a thick blanket instead.
Sometimes nurses get special perks as a patient…
I hate hearing people say “You shouldn’t be doing that” or “I thought that you couldn’t handle things like that” and it pisses me off. Just because my back is an asshole that doesn’t mean that I “can’t” do things or “shouldn’t” do things. I have good days and I take advantage of them. Life keeps keeping on just like I do. I am looking forward to all of this sun this weekend. Maybe we will do a little of this:
And we are wild.
So what are my ‘Murican friends doing this holiday weekend?
You’re totally killing eyebrows with your BBQ’s aren’t you?
If you’re Canadian, how did May 2-4 go?