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First let me not recommend The Other Boleyn Girl—novel or film.

That said, it is garden time again.  Thank God.  The lilacs are blooming and I’ve got kale in the ground.  Life seems good.  Or, at least better.

Recently, in couple’s therapy, I stated, with no humor in my voice, that living in our house is like living in Amityville.    This house that seems to be constantly mutating but never really improving,  this house that seems to have possessed my husband with a deranged adderal-driven handyman who cannot finish what he’s started, this house in which the evil stifles me as me walk through the front door and holds me in its depressive clutches until I leave again.

At least, it lets me leave.

For now.

So, yes, praise God, it is garden time—that 20 X 20 plot of earthen solace that promises to keep me from turning allworkandnoplaymakesemilyadullgirl over and over and over again.

That plot of earth that provides me with that oh–so-coveted “space”.

So, regardless of the fact that I may came home to—Surprise!–   a “work-in-progress” bedroom, I was able to bolt for the garden,  barefoot and in a sun dress,  and water the shell peas and pull at the weeds and tug at the dirt with a hoe and shovel.  I was quite cute and very dirty and free from the kitchen, basement, garage, bedroom, unfinished fireplace demons.

And Silas was able to run around our big back yard yelling “Melmo” (that’s Elmo) because even though he can talk real smart about birds and trees and flowers and stuff he’s also possessed.  The house has him worshipping that cute little red guy with a faith and passion that far surpasses any that I have seen.

I could pause every few moments and laugh at my son and be thankful for these 24 brand new hours.  I could even forgive my husband for his weakness against the evil and me for my recent weakness against chocolate.  (Speaking of, hold on a minute…  There!  Ahhhhh…)

I am just so flippin’ relieved that it is spring!  I’m almost feeling optimistic and I’ve been having sex.

So, there, that’s that.

Happy spring.

Hasta Manana!

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