WriteOut of Her Mind

The heat warnings of late have really turned up the heat of my affection for my husband, the Carpenter.

A long-standing mystery for me has recently been solved. I understand why people love gardening. I get it now. I truly do. It’s so simple that I cannot believe I’ve missed it all this time, when the answers were growing around me all along. Gardening is its own reward.

The two most important men in my life are my father, Gary, and my husband, the Carpenter. These two men have a lot in common, despite being from different generations.

There will be no Pomp and Circumstance to lead the graduating class of 2020 across the stage, signifying their official graduate status.

You’ll be relieved to know that the Carpenter did return home from the Elora waste facility last Saturday, which, as I explained last week, was not something I was certain would happen because that is his sacred place.

It is said if you love something, you have to let it go. If it comes back to you, then it was yours all along, but if it doesn’t return, it was never yours in the first place.

Hands up if the thought of wearing shorts frightens you more than the idea of going to the grocery store without a mask. I see you over there waving. We understand each other. Remember, there is safety in numbers.

Since this pandemic crisis began, I’ve been practicing visualization techniques to help get me through the feeling that every day is Ground Hog Day.

Thursday is one of two days I work from home in my frumpy clothes in the comfort of my home office.

A pandemic can create pandemonium in any marriage, but a good belly laugh is paramount to keep you grounded. I was born to create joy and mischief in the world, so naturally, marriage to me is non-stop fun. So. Much. Joy.

I know everyone is feeling a little stressed these days, and I don’t want to contribute to your anxiety, but I feel like I need to reveal a truth about myself.

It’s week two of the Carpenter’s temporary layoff and the man I described last week as a caffeinated squirrel has geared down to a conscientious castor canadensis (fancy term for beaver).

Thank you to everyone who has inquired about the Carpenter’s status in this time of self-imposed…

You’re probably thinking I’m flipping out right now with this pandemic, but in a surprising…

So let me get this straight: this week includes daylight savings and the subsequent loss of an hour…