Happiness, I insist

I’m burying myself in the garden. 😂 I’ve looked up every seed packet I have and typed up all the notes I could find on how to not kill these things so I can print them off and put them in a binder to keep in the greenhouse. I put another raised bed together yesterday. He didn’t even laugh at me when I couldn’t make the drill go (I forgot about the battery). I got a patient earnest lesson on the workings, and then he went outside and minded his own. Such a delightful change from the here-let-me or the mother hen hovering. I put one piece on backwards, but I’m kinda feeling like that’s my signature now, and it didn’t take away any from the delight of a power tool and singing along to loud music on a sunny spring day. I swear, antidepressants should come with a side of power tools. Vastly underrated. I’m going to build a big bed out of blocks next and then fence the whole area in or the deer that visit us in the night will just be hitting up the buffet, assuming anything actually grows. I’m on the edge of regretting the 16+ of every plant and assuming at least 15 will bite the dust. Feels a bit like playing the lottery. I’ve got two blueberry bushes now - I [i]think[i] the one from last year is still alive. If not, I’ve just got a new blueberry bush. lol Also going to try grow bags. And maybe I’ll hang strawberries this year and see how that does. Not sure yet as I might want to be able to cover them. Anyway, I’m grateful to him for not only not standing in my way, but actually helping when I need a solution (and not helping to the point I’m standing there doing nothing) or the brute strength I’m lacking. He’s very clever in all the ways I’m very not so that’s just very nice.

I also exchanged my photoshop subscription for a duolingo one and I’m working on French every evening after he goes to bed (seems like a kindness 😂). There’s one exercise where it transcribes what you say so if your accent sucks, and mine truly does, it can take quite a few tries to get it to type what you’re trying to say. Cracks me up every time! Despite sounding like fingernails on a blackboard, my little report card says I’m averaging in the 90s for accuracy so that puffs my nerdy lil heart up and sends me to bed with some nice self esteem. 😂 Not even gonna question what kinda standards those are. 😌

Anyway, that’s enough rambling. Just tickled at how successful my current happy distractions have been. I just keep feeling lighter, and I was afraid that wasn’t going to be possible with all the worries on the other side of the coin. 🙏🙏🙏😄