I made it out this morning. First breakfast and then a local "Urban Homestead" tour. I was joined by a good friend and my son-in-law. It's an annual fundraiser for youth programs, and they sell about 400 tickets each year.
I thank the homeowners for opening up their yards to the hordes. I made it to two homes before I hit a wall and knew I had to go home. I really wanted to go to the farm that had animals, including a miniature donkey, but I just couldn't. Luckily I had my 4 wheel walker with me, which I needed at the second stop in order to remain upright. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the farms and marveled at all the work that people put into them. Once upon a time I was an avid gardener and boasted lush beds of corn, potatoes, tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant, beans and peas. We had so many tomatoes that we made sauce and canned it. My father in law thought that was hilarious, something they did when they were poor. Now they could just buy jarred sauce. He didn't understand the pride we took in growing this food and preserving it.
One of the farms today had a greenhouse with pot growing in it. A pretty thin, weedy (no pun intended) crop that looked anemic. When I think back on the illegal grows we used to have, oh my. Our plants were 8 feet tall and had trunks like trees. Deep green and thick bushes. Being a guest at their farm, I kept my big mouth shut.
It was great getting out but I needed a two hour nap when I got home. I had a visit with my surgeon yesterday and he said I could count on another 4 or 5 months before I began to feel normal again. A little shocking to hear. I want to be better NOW. My brain thinks I can do more than I actually can. My body says, "Oh, hold on there, sister!" I have a friend who had cancer last year and it was a long hard slog for her. She says it took her a full year after her surgery to feel better. This being sick stuff demands our patience and perseverance.
Tomorrow is my grandson's birthday. party. He'll be 11 next week. I'm planning on making a short appearance, and have no other plans for the day. He's my priority. I was there when he was born (also for my grand daughter) and it seems like just a few years ago. Ha - joke's on me! Next thing I know, truly, he will be graduating from high school. Ready to launch into this big, wide world. The oldest question is "where did the time go?!" Heck if I know.