To say that things happened in 2020 that I never would have imagined is understandably an understatement.
And then take yesterday…
I went out to the backyard to do some work, including start leveling the ground on which I intend to put my vegetable garden next year. Because I am who I am, I strung a line demarcating three sides of the plot, and it didn’t look quite right. So, I went to one of the pieces of rebar marking a corner; I pulled it out from where I had hammered it in, moved it a little, and went to hammer back it in. Then I hit something hard. I tried again, and hit something hard. I knew deep inside it wasn’t a root… I should mention that many years ago I discovered that there is a brick path that I believe runs from the garden gate to the brick patio, but I have never seen. I fetched a trowel and dug where I was trying to hammer in my rebar, and lo and behold I found brick. Like an archeologist I stopped the original plan and made a plan to uncover the new find. Thus far I’ve uncovered about eight-to-ten feet of brick path and hit many stubborn roots along the way. I am hoping that I will not regret my decision to uncover the path since this will most definitely change the arrangement of the vegetable garden.
Yesterday I had my annual eye exam. By and large everything is fine, and I am waiting for them to email me a receipt and my prescription. Of course after everything looked fine with my left eyelid yesterday afternoon, last night it became a bit irritated.
Later this morning (it’s now 5:00am) I have what may be my last physical therapy session. I have permission for two more sessions, so I may return next week. Today I also should schedule my follow up appointment with the orthopedist.
If the rain holds off, and my muscles are not too sore from yesterday’s hard labor, I might get back out in the yard to uncover more path today.
Normally I’d wish you a safe New Year’s Eve, but obviously this year’s edition won’t be nearly as raucous as in year’s past. Be safe regardless. See you in 2021.