Much of the news in my life recently has been so negative; Cancer cells may have infiltrated my body, impending lay-off from work, battles with my son and daughter. Saturday I reached an emotional eruption point that I havent encountered before. I was ready to walk out on everything I have in life to try somehow, someway just to start over. Yelling, screaming, crying.. it was me, but not the true me, I was just lashing out, venting, wanting someone somewhere to hold me and tell me everything was O.K. Sunday morning, I was awoken by family. Not one or two, but all. Telling me to get some clothes on, we had something to do outside. After a half hour of resistance, just wanting to sleep the day away, I got up and joined them outside. I was told a small stretch of the property, I’m guessing 8 feet by 20 feet, was going to be my “therapy garden”. My family knows that Ive always wanted a garden, and even though Ive never trully done anything like this, still, something to try. So for three hours, all five of us rolled up our sleves, and pulled weeds. It felt good honestly. To do something that was productive AND for myself. After the weeding was done I was told everything else was up to my, was really MY endeavor. I hugged and kissed everyone and started towards the roto-tiller, however stopped on the way and grabbed the hoe instead. At 6pm, my wife had to call me in for dinner. I had for the day anyway, lost track of everything else goin on. All attention was directed towards the garden. No where near ready for planting yet, but still, I am looking forward to the challenges and benefits of growing my own vegetables, spices and maybe even trying some fruits. Now the only thing that worries me about this is where am I going to get rid of all the tomatoes? – RR
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(i’m late in posting this …. )
this sunday my morning was occupied by preparing a luncheon at my parents home with parents, steve, brother and gf ……. my mother has become a diabetic since her kidney transplant. shes having a hard time trying to get used to a diabetic diet. since it is my mothers bday .. .. i thought we would make a nice simple lunch for her as well as one that is perfect for “us” with special needs. grilled marinated chicken breasts … an assortment of greens for salad made with blasamic vinegar, olive oil and garlic. cauliflower cooked and smashed with roasted garlic in place of mashed potatos….. and i made a diabetic cake made with oats and a cup of flour and i egg…… the flavoring was a mixture of raisins, cinamon and sugar subsitute.
the cake did not appear to be appetizing .. but mom proudly cut her cake (tasted similar to an oat muffin) none the less……. she said it was yummy and was so happy when we checked her blood sugar level 2 hours after eating —– it only rose 15 points! way to go mom! mine rose 16 points! lol
~rg
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