Tori’s Writing Hole

Although it’s been summery for a while now, today really felt like it to me. Probably because I did yard work. Living in an apartment for eight years really spoiled me, I’ll tell you that. Now, we have a tiny yard, but it still needs to be mowed. I haven’t had to mow a lawn since I was 16 - but now I take turns with Stephen. We have a reel mower (so quiet and eco-friendly) but the darn thing gets stuck on everything - from rocks, to sticks, to imaginary bumps. I’m short, so the handle kept jolting back bruising my ribs. I feel like a side of beef in a bad boxing movie. But, it’s satisfying work - mowing - you see results right away. Clean lines of shorter grass forming a velvet carpet (ok, most carpets don’t have pine cones sticking out of them, or spiders sauntering across, but you get the picture).

I forgot, however, that I’m still taking doxycycline. So I was only outside for about 45 minutes (with 45 SPF sunblock) but I still feel all burned on and underneath my skin. Sheesh. I feel like some days I couldn’t do anything right.

I also prepared Stephen’s Father’s Day presents, wrapping them with those neat curled ribbons that fascinated me as a child (and attract Julia as well). She came in while I was wrestling with ribbon and scissors, and I sighed, loudly. “Oh, Honey Bunch”… pipes up this angelic 2 year old voice, “It’s ok honey don’t worry”. This from the daughter who also will periodically come up to us and say, “Wha’s wrong? Wha happen?” She seems so in tune with emotions and picks up everything we say for her own little mannerisms. So amazing.

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