I go back and forth between two different (boring) scenarios. One, this is it, the end of my life; and I’m spending my days enjoying the sun and my garden. The other, I’m healthy and able to go running again in the mornings after night auditing at a hotel where they aren’t concerned with their ratings (which allowed me to speak bluntly with guests 🤭).
Following the first one, I started setting things up in the yard. I cleaned off a table and some chairs, got a vase of fake flowers, and considered inviting my sisters over for coffee. I cleared the junk in the yard a few years ago, so it’s not the unfortunate hoarder situation the way it is indoors. I thought, it’s not so bad as long as we’re outside, and pitched the idea to my younger sister. She was horrified. “I think of mom’s house as a plague,” she said. “I understand.” I wasn’t going to try to convince her outside would be safe. I get it. But she called me yesterday to apologize. She’d talked with our older sister, who loved the idea. So this morning, they stopped by with coffees, and I picked up some fresh fruit from the store. We talked for a bit, and even convinced mom to join us for a little. It was like what I daydreamed.
I want to expand my garden so there’s more greenery surrounding us for next time. Maybe I’ll be able to have real flowers set up that I grew too.
