Detachment, anxiety and the end of limbo 2

[Phoebe]

Well, I spent about 4 hours picking up broken glass, metal and other assorted trash, so I'd say that I did pretty well. My land is now a couple hundred pounds lighter, and a small spot is looking a whole lot better. Honestly, I didn't even realize this spot was a midden pile until I brush-hogged the roses growing on top of it. Once I knew it was there, though, I had yet another project.

There is still plenty out there, but it's over 90 humid degrees, and that was enough to be going on with.

I'm reading a book today about runaway husbands. It's like it was written about me and H. Sad that this happens often enough that there is a book devoted to it, but it's also comforting to see that what I've been going through is par for the course. Even some of the language I've used to describe it is the same as that used in the book. It's strange.

My plans for the week are kind of up in the air right now. I only have one thing scheduled all week, as opposed to multiple activities each day last week. I'm sure that I'll find plenty to do. I always do.