A Walk Through Deb's Life

By debsthoughts

Asparagus Crop

You plant these and you wait three years before you can harvest. Two years ago I planted odd-looking tubers and now we are harvesting the crap out of them. I think that's three years, right? Twenty years this asparagus plot will grow. I doubt we will live here that long so I might as well eat the sweet and wonderful, strange little things. There is nothing...absolutely nothing, like fresh asparagus.

Tonight Dad asked me to remind him how he ended up in the hospital for 'the scope.' It was as if he suddenly forgot the bleeding, the ambulance, the E.R. There are so many levels of awful in this situation, I cannot even fathom it at the moment.

It's good to have some sense of normal happening though--10 yards of hardwood-northern- woods mulch delivered, Big Fat Soap orders filled and shipped (thanks for your patience, Gigi), and dinner and a DVD watched, as though nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

Monday's appointment at the cancer center is looming, but for now it's just one day at a time.

Side note: Okay, some of you have mentioned seeing my reflection in the glass. I just want to clarify that I do not have Popeye forearms. Apparently my image is distorted in the ROUND and chubby part of the glass. And my counter top is not curvy either. So there!

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