Saturday, June 29, 2013

On Being Unpredictable. Pedictably.

Dear John,
After we talked last night I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, and couldn't because I was hurting too bad. Another storm front came through, and this one did a number on my fibro. So I took pain medicine and stayed up until it started working. Then I felt much better and went right to sleep, and I woke up this morning feeling good. It's been a clear day, cooler and drier than yesterday. No storms for almost 24 hours! The only thing that's really predictable about fibro is that it will be unpredictable.
We're still expecting storms tomorrow, and I have to get to the farmer's market anyway. So I mowed this evening after work. It's a good time of day to mow - the sun is low, it's cooler, and the wind dies down which helps a lot since I'm currently without a grass chute. I finished in an hour and a half, which is a new personal best. The grass didn't need mowing except in the back yard; in the rest of the yard, it was the weeds that were long. It's the season for those tall seed heads. I really do need to look into some weed-and-feed. Or just rotate the dog - the grass is so thick in the back that it choked out the weeds. And the moles haven't even tried to return since Jethro chased them away. Nor has the possum been seen, poor traumatized thing.
That's all the news. I'm still doing freestyle mowing so I don't get bored. And I need to trim tomorrow if it doesn't rain. Don't worry - I won't take chances with an electric trimmer. And I still think the yard is flat.
And I still love you more than life,

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