Please, Mom, can't we go out again?
Sometimes life doesn’t come together into one well-organized thought. I guess that’s why Random 5 Friday was born. According to the rules on Nancy Claey’s beautiful blog, A Rural Journal, each Friday I’m supposed to share 5 random things about me, my week, my dog, anything. Friday is almost over, but I’m not letting another week slip by without jumping into the game.
1. Today I talked to landscapers about bringing my seriously overrun and under-performing gardens back to life. Everything got out of control because I haven’t been able to kneel, lift, or pull much this past year. I wanted to cry because if someone else is doing all the work, then what right have I to call myself a gardener anymore?
2. I was desperate enough to think of stopping for a fast food hamburger for lunch this week, until I saw the drive-thru line. Really? Why would anyone wait 20 minutes or more in 100˚ weather for that? I decided I could wait until I got home.
3. Skyler, my dog, ran away from me this week. You don’t realize what this means unless you know that she 16 years old and is having laser therapy on her legs and back for arthritis and I’m doing physical therapy for my arthritic knee. And she doesn’t hear very well if I try to yell out a command. So she went loping at a fast clip down the sidewalk because she felt good enough for a second walk after therapy that day. Two steps after I tried to chase her down, my own knee felt searing pain. Thank heavens her legs gave out sooner than mine so I was able to limp up to her and corral her. We both slowly made our way home.
4. I’m reading Lia Purpura’s beautiful collection of essays, On Looking, for my MFA class. And kicking myself. I’ve seen many of the things she’s seen, but I’ve never written about them. Shame on me.
5. I had a weekend of Keith Urban concerts. Good friends, good music, and good cheesecake by my friend, Edna. I always feel rejuvenated after a Keith Urban road trip. Days go by . . . .
1. Today I talked to landscapers about bringing my seriously overrun and under-performing gardens back to life. Everything got out of control because I haven’t been able to kneel, lift, or pull much this past year. I wanted to cry because if someone else is doing all the work, then what right have I to call myself a gardener anymore?
2. I was desperate enough to think of stopping for a fast food hamburger for lunch this week, until I saw the drive-thru line. Really? Why would anyone wait 20 minutes or more in 100˚ weather for that? I decided I could wait until I got home.
3. Skyler, my dog, ran away from me this week. You don’t realize what this means unless you know that she 16 years old and is having laser therapy on her legs and back for arthritis and I’m doing physical therapy for my arthritic knee. And she doesn’t hear very well if I try to yell out a command. So she went loping at a fast clip down the sidewalk because she felt good enough for a second walk after therapy that day. Two steps after I tried to chase her down, my own knee felt searing pain. Thank heavens her legs gave out sooner than mine so I was able to limp up to her and corral her. We both slowly made our way home.
4. I’m reading Lia Purpura’s beautiful collection of essays, On Looking, for my MFA class. And kicking myself. I’ve seen many of the things she’s seen, but I’ve never written about them. Shame on me.
5. I had a weekend of Keith Urban concerts. Good friends, good music, and good cheesecake by my friend, Edna. I always feel rejuvenated after a Keith Urban road trip. Days go by . . . .
He goes even lower, but this is when I grabbed the shot