I'll be cutting my grass for the last time soon. I'm doing lots of things for the last time. A couple of months ago it was decorating (and I gave away all my decorating stuff), last month it was 'dealing with estate agents' and this month it's lawnmowers. It feels EPIC. No more home decorating, EVER.
I look like the human version of a half moon, weirdly. Spent the morning applying refrigerated aloe vera gel. Still, could have been worse...
If my roof blows off an hour before he shows up, I'm walking off a cliff. Just sayin'.
The upside is that I get to have out-loud conversations with myself and not look like my cheese finally fell of my cracker.
But I believe I've got it in me to see this through. I'm alive and I'm loved. That's all it takes.
So, at OH-four-thirty this morning I was pouring a 3/4 bottle of Stoli down the sink. Just doesn't do it for me any more.