The waters still stormy-bearded and froward, but my head is well above them, now. Over the weekend, I trenched and gravel-backfilled the foundation pad for the greenhouse, excavated for seven fruit trees that needed planting before they sprouted the year’s growth, bottled my beer (Fractions) and racked the next one (Gonzo). Yesterday morning I made a task completion report at work, with tasks prioritized and % complete, with issues & milestones noted.
The bankruptcy is still there. Faded is still there.
I am much calmer.
In addition, Bridgette noted that I had been working at work, working at home, wasn’t resting sufficiently, wasn’t playing at all, and was going insane. Further, she opined that insane husbands aren’t nearly as much fun as sane (if odd) ones, and kicked me until I took a day off to play. She went to the master gardener’s class and I bummed around in Ashland, spending time in the Beanery there and just generally being indolent and happy. I walked aimlessly for miles, enjoyed being pointless, and just relaxed.
I feel enormously better. I will try to remember to play. I will try.
That said, some of the work was enormously pleasing; planting the fruit trees (apple combo tree, pear combo, peach combo, nectarine, plum combo, cherry combo, apricot) was a happy thing to do with Bridgette. We set them so that they are diagonally situated out the back of the house, and we can see each tree in succession, down 100 feet from the back door.
We may, just may, get a few fruits this summer, but we will without doubt have a harvest next year.
We may need a bigger freezer, I think.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry