I don't think it's an even trade, this walking thing. The garden work was labor-intensive and took much more time. Maybe the month or so of rest I took as the garden work was dwindling was a good thing. I'm always looking for ways to trick my body into releasing lard. Maybe it won't remember the digging and planting and hoeing and weeding, and we'll just start from the sitting-on-my-ass part.
September was supposed to be very different from the way it turned out. The ass-sitting came as a result of my dad's sudden death. It turned out to be more than just sitting. It was napping and eating and actually being pretty much a zombie, and it's really not over. I'm told by family and friends on the one hand that it 'takes time,' and on the other to 'move on with your life.'
I guess I'm not quite there yet. I'm still in the taking time part, but I'm beginning to wonder how much time it's going to take. One of my friends says it doesn't get better, it gets different. So, so true.
|Yes, it's fuzzy and crooked and I should have edited it. So, sue me. Heh.|
The weather here will be improving later this week, just in time for me to leave the state. I'm heading to the land of perpetually nice weather (Florida, unless they're having hurricanes), for the second memorial service. I hope when that's over I can really begin to get out of this dark place and be glad my dad is in a better one.