Another week closer to the four month mark. It seems like time should be dragging by but it is going just as fast or faster that it ever has. I asked a close relative yesterday if it was awful that I was starting to make decisions about my home that my spouse probably wouldn't have been on board for. This afternoon, a load of crush and run is being delivered for the space in front of the new barns and parking areas that were dug out last spring. My late husband wanted concrete or asphalt and had had some estimates done before we knew the damn cancer was back. Bless his heart, his garage and wood-working shop had just been finished. He never really got a chance to enjoy either of them except for hiring someone to help me move the stuff out of the Pod we had rented into the new barns. The smaller barn is being transformed into an art studio/gallery/classroom for my students and me.
There has been a lot of rain, particularly since his passing in November, 2015. Mud and erosion have been worrisome. Tuesday morning, I took the first of three of our dogs in for a dental all by myself, then I stopped by Home Depot for some pond liner and came home and constructed a dry stream bed from the adjacent downspouts causing most of the erosion problem. After I finished and came inside to some Advil and a heating pad, I eagerly awaited the coming rain to see if the big farm tub that I placed at the end of the stream would catch the water. The next morning, the tub was almost full of water and the stream bed I had made had not retained any of the water. To say I was proud of what I had done is an understatement.
As the weather warms, I am planning on working outside several days a week. By then, I should have this huge amount red tape paperwork caught up, taxes filed and everything filed away. I hope never to get in this fix again.
My beloved told me that he wanted me to "live my life". I hope to honor him in every endeavor I undertake.