7:00-7:30 a.m. Scritch, scratch. Lulu is at the bedroom door. It isn’t her feeding time. She doesn’t go outside. So, what does she want? Company. Me. Sometimes I get up and let her in to snuggle for a while. Other days I get up straight away and go downstairs with her.
Almost every day I get out of bed with an “itch” to write. As regular readers know, I haven’t written much in the last few months. So if I get up with a desire to write, what’s keeping me from doing so? In part, it’s because I’ve been as busy as a honey bee in a bed of clover. There was a while that I couldn’t write because I was seriously depressed. That is no longer a problem, thanks to antidepressant medication which has worked a not-so-small miracle in that regard.
My upbeat mood and new-found energy have given me a joie de vivre that I haven’t had in a very long time. I’m finding my schedule almost over-booked these days simply because I feel like doing things and seeing people. Who knew there were so many entertaining endeavors waiting for me? Well, I did. But I couldn’t get past the lethargy that depression causes. I’m grateful for another chance to live my life, and to enjoy doing so.
In the past couple of months I have been walking regularly with two of my neighbors. (It’s lots more fun when you have company.) I’ve attended numerous grandchild functions: a pre-prom photo session, an elementary school graduation, a high school graduation, two engagement parties, a gymnastics celebration banquet (the end of a rather lengthy gymnastics career–happy and sad), and more that I can’t remember at the moment.
In addition to the fun stuff, I have taken on a front yard project. I’m wondering if my meds have made me a little more wacky than I normally am–not an easy feat since I’ve always been pretty wacky. As some of you know already, I don’t grow grass very well, so I decided I should construct some around-the-tree gardens in order to have less weedy grass to mow. I started by digging a v-shaped trench around the tree. My research tells me this is a Victorian edge. I didn’t want a brick or stone edging because it makes using the weed eater a bit fussy. I thought the digging would be the hardest part, but abundant rain had saturated the ground and digging was a breeze.
The next step was to cover inside the circle with newspapers. The newspaper kills weeds and unwanted grass in the finished product. Then I spread four (or so) inches of soil on top of the newspapers. Next came a nice thick layer of mulch on top of the dirt. Viola. The garden is ready for some shade-loving plants.
I took this photo shortly after I planted. We’ve had a great deal of rain and sunshine since then, so I’m able to see growth almost every day. Only two more trees to go. My neighbors are waiting patiently. I’m still a little surprised (and proud) that I was able to do this by myself. Gave me a nice sense of accomplishment.