daugen
Epic Contributor
Good morning. 66 going up to mid eighties and seriously humid and sticky outside.
Well, I'd say by now a fair part of hundreds of dollars of new grass seed has been washed away, and likely
all our strawberries have gotten even mushier from the rain.
Nice to be able to log back in. The last week has been pretty interesting. Three cervical vertebrae neck fusion a week ago, with a piece of my hip transplanted to form new neck discs. And a bunch of titanium and screws. I knew it was going to hurt, but when the surgeon looks you in the eye and says "this is going to hurt", well just to have to suck it up. In the hospital for three days; I think they would have liked to get me out the next day, and I was in no shape whatsoever to go anywhere. Hard collar for six weeks, no driving, what a hassle, and made even more complicated because my wife went back into Fox Chase Cancer Center for surgery the day after I got home, totally unplanned, and likely needs a bowel resection. Just a lot all at one time. All I want to do is escape to the garden, instead of checking and double checking pill bottles and just trying not to hurt.
This too will pass, the sun will come out, the humidity will go away.
I told my friends they were all invited to come pick strawberries, but minimum one weed pulled for each berry.
Seemed like a very fair deal to me...:thumbsup:
this morning was the best, and a close friend is driving me down to my wife's hospital for a visit.
Well, I'd say by now a fair part of hundreds of dollars of new grass seed has been washed away, and likely
all our strawberries have gotten even mushier from the rain.
Nice to be able to log back in. The last week has been pretty interesting. Three cervical vertebrae neck fusion a week ago, with a piece of my hip transplanted to form new neck discs. And a bunch of titanium and screws. I knew it was going to hurt, but when the surgeon looks you in the eye and says "this is going to hurt", well just to have to suck it up. In the hospital for three days; I think they would have liked to get me out the next day, and I was in no shape whatsoever to go anywhere. Hard collar for six weeks, no driving, what a hassle, and made even more complicated because my wife went back into Fox Chase Cancer Center for surgery the day after I got home, totally unplanned, and likely needs a bowel resection. Just a lot all at one time. All I want to do is escape to the garden, instead of checking and double checking pill bottles and just trying not to hurt.
This too will pass, the sun will come out, the humidity will go away.
I told my friends they were all invited to come pick strawberries, but minimum one weed pulled for each berry.
Seemed like a very fair deal to me...:thumbsup:
this morning was the best, and a close friend is driving me down to my wife's hospital for a visit.
