It's nice to get a three day weekend, and I have been thinking about the freedoms we enjoy and those who fight to protect them. I'm grateful for them, because I know I wouldn't have the courage.
I got up this morning to walk -- oh yeah, I guess I haven't mentioned that yet, but I've been walking every morning with a lady who lives a couple houses down. Started the same day I started work. We walk for about a half hour, which at my speed is only about a mile. Still, it's good for me -- no matter how freaking difficult it is to get my eyes open all the way and push my body into motion every morning. I am SO not a morning person.
So, anyway, I got up to walk and then I spent three hours out in my garden. I found some big black plastic garbage bags so I cut them open for a ground cover to hopefully cut down on the weeding I'll have to do. I have six plants each of cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower that I got in, and my two tomatoe plants. I still need to plant the cucumbers, squash, and zuccini, but it's starting to get a little muggy outside and I'm really low on energy. I just realized I haven't eaten yet today, so that might have something to do with it... Either way, though, I'm bushed, and feeling really discouraged at how little I got done in three hours -- I am trying to listen more to the part of me that is glad of what I did get done, but it's hard not to swing back and forth, especially when my legs and back ache and I feel so heavy.
I might have to spend the rest of today working wth clay. :)