Thanks for thinking of me Davit. I do have a garden, and I'm feeling overwhelmed with all the stuff I'd like to do-there and elsewhere. To reframe this, I try to see myself as being at a huge buffet table, and don't know where to begin enjoying. It's not working today, as I try to figure out why the phlox are so much less productive, and the peonies are so much similar,although I added fertilizer(without water, and I really want it to rain, since I want to rest by banged-up knee). I toured a famous cemetery today, and maybe the heat got to me. What was wonderful was someone actually spoke to me, and I felt good about it, but the air quality was so poor. I just miss mom, and feel out of it, because I guess I wanted her to be at that buffet table. What is nice was that I look forward to choosing flowers, arranging them in my head from the garden, for the cemetery. I'm treating myself to some fresh baked bread in an hour, as a reward, since I think I forget to reward myself. What I've learned from dad's death, is that I found passion in life, eventually, so losing mom will be similar. She was so gracious. As cliché as it may seem, I've learned what that expression means about not knowing what you had, until you lose it. Even your absence here, has been substantial, Davit. It's just that mom can't come back.
