I have a friend whose husband uses mowing as his “therapy” time. I didn’t understand it until I came to Nebraska and decided he had the right idea. Of course, he takes care of about 13 acres and I have a little less than one to mow so his session may be more beneficial. The days during late spring, summer and early fall was indeed therapy time for me over the last few years. Now, as I work on being more in the present, I decided that anytime I am on the mower can be a time to think about the past and the future without throwing up a mental STOP.
I made a couple of batches of bruschetta over the last two days…well, at least my version of it and it was really good. Of course, had to do without fresh basil and since I am a garlic lover added it to the veggies as well as rubbing the bread. That is one good positive about being alone, you can eat garlic and onions to your heart’s content. I know having my daughter around when I get to San Antonio will provide me with an eating buddy. Hate to give in to the rest of the family but know some days, will have to provide “something” else for them to eat. My SIL is strictly a meat and potato kind of guy.
The old back has some days a little better and some not. One more trip to Lincoln next week for medical stuff.
