Spring Drumroll

Nope, not a post about a kind of Asian snack!  I refer of course to this auspicious spring day, which began for us in the chilly dark pre-dawn hours, driving the hour or so to the outskirts of Columbus, for E’s all-day medical procedure.   Once I drive her home to her recovery easy chair, to which she will be confined for a week or so, my gardening season will officially begin.  I will be like a caged animal unleashed!  Rowr.  (I should mention, my assorted radishes and snow peas, and some other cold-weather veggies, are already coming up out there, despite the icy weather.)  I’ll be a regular farmer’s market soon.

For now, here I sit in this cozy private waiting room, coffee and computer at hand.  I’m the lucky one.  Although somewhat minor and routine compared to her more extreme major surgeries, it’s still an ordeal, not to mention another financial setback. This has been a long, arduous, expensive process for E, one she would not have chosen or wished upon anyone.  It’s not a choice.  It’s never easy, even for those who are fortunate enough to start young with supportive parents, which is rare.  She was not so lucky.  I’ve been privy to a very eye-opening experience.  That’s all I’ll say about that for the time being.

So for now, I’ll be chief chauffeur, shopper, cook, nurse, and gardener.  I should be at Downton Abbey!  By now I’m pretty experienced at this profession.  I suppose it must be my calling or something.  Somebody’s got to do it.  It keeps me off the streets.  And other pithy sayings.






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