Well, that group is not coming out to clean up my yard, after all. They decided I live too far out. I can understand that. You would kind of hate to use up a chunk of your time in transportation. Plus, now it sounds like Sunday may be rainy most of the day. So, I guess I’m going to have to clean out my window well, scrub the front of the house, and cut down the greenery around my fence myself. Oh well. I do have a broken limb in my willow tree I had mentioned to them. That’s something I can’t do myself, though.
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."