We've had a constant amount of rain in the last weeks. Not a tonne of rain, but enough to have caused the foundation work on the house to stop. The problem is that they can't get the dumptruck in with it being so wet. In fact, this morning, I thought we should consider importing a herd of hippos to enjoy all that mud.
The bobcat left yesterday so we no longer have any of those cool lawn "ornaments," just a real mess.
On another subject, I was getting yet another massage to try and loosen up my shoulder and arm and I commented to my therapist that maybe I should give up art. I'm really getting tired of hurting and of the constant round of appointments with physiotherapists and massage therapists. Maybe it would just be a lot easier to quit.
She didn't say anything for a moment and then asked why I don't just quit for awhile, get healthy, then slowly work my way back in. Much as an athlete would. Well, knock me down with a feather! Isn't that just about the most sensible idea there is?
To be honest, I'm a little embarassed to not have thought of that one on my own. And surprised that no one else has suggested it to me. Or maybe they have, but not in language as direct as hers. Whatever, I'm going to give this a try. After I fulfill the committments I already have.
So this year, summer may just be for gardening. And maybe a teeny bit of art. Just a bit. A little bit.