Monday

I had an appointment with Jeremy today.  We discussed me moving into a different treatment plan where I simply see the psychologist and nurse.  I opted to see Jeremy again in two months.  I know how I am; I can do well for a long time, then begin to decline.

I didn't return to work afterwards.  I wanted to get some yard work done.  And since there's there's little left to do, no one objected.  I had trimmed all the trees in the yard on Saturday.  I was tired of getting beaten up by the trees as I mowed.  But I had left all the branches where they fell.  I wanted to get them piled up before they dried out and broke apart as I tried to move them.  It took me about four hours to get them all moved because it was so hot.  I could work for about 20 minutes at a time, then I'd have to stop and cool off.  I tied a piece of string to the back of my mower, then wrapped the other end around the branches and tied it off.  I would have never made it if I had to carry them all by hand.

My next project is to get the ditch mowed.  I'm not sure when I'll be able to get that done - that's going to take more exertion, and it's just so hot right now. 

I did get one section of ditch mowed this weekend.  I drove my mower into the ditch.  I've always had a fear of falling into the ditch and the mower landing on top of me.  It felt like the mower was leaning towards the ditch, and I leaned to the right, and I guess I turned the wheel when I did, because I drove right into the ditch.  I took some photos and I will post them later.  My neighbor pulled it out with his truck, and I finished mowing the yard.  Even that took most of the day.  You know it's hot when you have to take a break from riding a mower.

I got a few boxes, so I'll be able to clean out the last bedroom and pack up my winter clothes. 

I heard from Bruce; the deck should be fixed by Thursday, and I'll be able to cook again.