I spent yesterday replenishing the larder--a huge investment of time and cash. Then, today, I went out to get some cherry juice for Mike since it is supposed to be good for flushing out the uric acid that causes gout. Then, I had to run out to the store once again. I have been thinking, "Mike's birthday next Thursday," for nearly two weeks now. I just didn't realize until sometime this afternoon that "next Thursday" had actually arrived. I'm a terrible wife. Happy Birthday, Mike!
It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
You are a good wife. You went to the store the day after big grocery shopping to buy cherry juice for Mike's gout. How great and giving is that?
ReplyDeleteYou better shape up! Bob and I are guilty of forgetting each other's birthdays.
ReplyDeleteHope Mike gets his gout under control quickly.
Actually, you sound like the average husband.
ReplyDeleteDid you put a bow on the cherry juice? That would work.
Happy Birthday Mike! And you're a lovely wife! You dedicated a post to your husband! ;-)))
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