A Welcome Home

We spent some time at the new house for a few days. We discovered a sunset view, old flower pots hiding in the weeds, dead pine needles and green pollen everywhere. We went there to build a wood picket fence for the dogs and ended up doing clean up work, before we could start.

I always say we, but I really mean Dave. He does everything and when allowed, I supervise from where I'm sitting. This trip I decided I was going to help. I felt compelled to take on the heavy hose monster. I straddled it, grabbed the nozzle with both hands, hit the trigger and sprayed. So what if I hit the dog, my foot and my head. That was one clean deck, front and back. I was a pot spotter from the decks and Dave retrieved them. My brain forgets my limitations and failed to stop me from over doing it. I was enjoying being a help and not a pain. I even went around with a little broom getting spider webs. One web was very stubborn so I just grabbed it with my hand. I soon discovered a black spider dangling on the web stuck to my hand. Dave "is this a black widow?" Dave got it before my shriek brought over new neighbors to see the crazed lady with the walker. I noticed later that night I had a blue trigger finger, or rather a bruised finger. Today is my first good day, after my recovery from stupidity. I hurt my muscles, causing weakness and the inability to blog (lift my arms). Today I spent trying to catch up, so if my typing is off cut me a little slack. Being a helper to Dave was worth every minute of weakness.

I brought my new poetry handbook with me and stood on my back deck letting the beauty sink in. The smells, sounds and plants created a poem in my head. I hope to have it ready to share on Thursday. The fence looked great, but Nikki was afraid to go down the stairs. 140' of fence and she learned how to pee on the deck. Oh brother! I was feeling good about the move and all our new plans. The sunset from our deck, gave us a beautiful welcome home.