Plant life, that is. The seeds I planted last weekend are starting to pop through the dirt. If this weather doesn't kill them, I will have flowers that I grew from scratch. I've never done that. I've planted herbs, but never flowers.
It's sunny today but not so warm. It's one of those days where if we hadn't had those 80 degree days people would be sitting outside on patios drinking beers and pretending like it was time to do so. But not today, because we have felt the real patio weather.
My tattoo is starting to get itchy. I forget about this phase. It's not so hurty anymore so that's nice.
I called my mom today to wish her a happy mother's day, but she wasn't home. I talked to Nancy for quite a while. I admire her strength. I'm impressed by how well she seems to be doing. She, of course, isn't doing perfectly, but she's doing ok. She seemed to perk up at the idea of going to the Tigers game on Kevin's birthday. I think it will be nice too. I'm getting nervous about the ashes. I still have well over a month to decide exactly what we should do but...it's a big deal. I miss him so much this weekend.
Planning the trip to rome has been overwhelming to say the least. There is so much to do there. I don't even know where to begin. It's going to be pretty rad, though.
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