I've convinced The Husband to take it easy on his feet until they can heal up a bit. Plantar Fasciitis isn't any fun and while he isn't in 100% agreement that that's really what's bothering him, he's doing his exercises, icing the area and trying hard to stay off them too much. Though by 1 p.m. after mowing the back lawn (not the riding mower, darn), harvesting the garden and trimming some low-hanging branches from the front honeylocust trees, he had almost as many steps as me. And I went for an early walk, then up and down the aisles of the grocery. He says he's ok, but my heart just catches every time I see him limping.
Headed out on Sunday evening for a little stroll, we try to make Sunday's walks more leisurely so they don't seem like exercising in our efforts to maintain a distinct Sabbath. (Plus, I get really restless sitting around most of the day.) The Husband was gracious about sending me off alone (those feet of his). I hadn't gone 50 feet down the road and along came a car that slowed down and stopped next to me. To my delight, it was our former next-door neighbors. Cannot even say how happy I was to see them. Their oldest (they were living next to us when she was born) leaves next month for her mission. All three girls are tall and beautiful and lovely. That family never treats us as less-than/inferior, they are so dear to us. All of that is to say that I was quite a bit later leaving for my short stroll (and then I ran into another couple of friends). It was full dark by the time I turned the second corner from home. And I'm quite open about my fear of the dark. Hadn't expected to need a flashlight so hadn't taken one. And sure enough, just a few feet down the road there was The Husband waiting for me. I just melted into him, so happy to see him.
The door between the house and garage is spring-hinged, we've loved that it closes by itself. Last week we came in and heard a loud pop/bang but couldn't for the life of us figure out what it was. Until we realized the door no longer closes on its own. Yesterday afternoon we decided to get a replacement hinge. haha. After going to Ace Hardward, Lowe's and Home Depot we came home empty handed. Not a single one we saw had the screw holes in the right place. The Husband has ordered one online that looks like a match - we'll see when it finally arrives. In the meantime, I'm getting a few extra steps every day, retracing to make sure the door is fully closed. It's good for me.
Today on the way to the grocery, driving down the street I slowed down to a fairly abrupt stop. Two bucks, complete with antlers were just standing by the sidewalk. Don't often seem them out and about mid-morning. What fun!
The Husband is a great gardener. He works hard at it. I pretend to know what I'm doing and give him my opinion. :^) We've had a few tomatoes. So many that we can't eat them all. We've been distributing them among people that we think might enjoy them. (Received a hug from a sweet sister at church on Sunday in gratitude, they loved them.) Cucumbers, too. The handwritten label from the local shop when we bought the starts, just said cucumber. We had no idea what variety. They're of the English kind- very long. And quite tasty. We'll go out and look and look under the leaves and not see any at all and the next day will bring in a couple that are easily over a foot long. I try to enjoy every single bite of produce that we bring in because I know it's a luxury and a blessing to have this little garden. Come November or January we're going to be wishing we had some of these yummy tomatoes.
But today was a red-letter day. The Husband brought in several ears of corn. We promptly sat down and had them for lunch, along with cucumber and tomatoes (as well as a bit of left-over sausage from last night). What a feast. And a luxury, and a blessing. I'll never take food for granted.
I've thought often about giving away food. What a symbolic (and very personal) gesture it is: to share the very thing that sustains life. No matter the reason, sharing your sustenance says: I care about you. I want to help you be healthy and happy. I can't begin to understand what it feels like to be deprived of food - it is a sobering thought.
So grateful today for garden produce, for books coming from the library, and
for something to look forward to.
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