I started my morning, not with a walk but with a drive. I made a trip to Muncie to visit a family member in the hospital. Together we talked about doctors, medicine, this hospital stay and what future health might look like. It was a good visit.
From there, I drove to pick up equipment from a patient’s home.
By the time I landed back at my own house, it was early afternoon and I hadn’t even started on anything productive or restful…the two hallmarks of a day off.
After changing into my shorts and grubby shoes, I hit the yard with a vengeance. I trimmed edges, I mowed thick grass, I shoveled and wheeled mulch. I glued my side-view mirror back on my car. I planted Azaleas and my wife’s Mother’s Day gift; a new Lilac bush.
In short, I worked by butt off for seven solid hours. So, it felt good to finally land on the back porch amidst the fruits of my labor. I sipped on some Honey Mead and enjoyed the quiet neighborhood and the slowly setting sun.
It was a weird day: A little family time, a little work drive, and a lot of yard work. In the end, it turned out just fine, even without the walk to get it started.