I can hardly move.
My mom bought a cottage and the neighbor “allowed” her to cut down his sumac for her view of the ocean.
Lucky neighbor, huh?
This means, J and I went down to help her and a friend who had a chainsaw, take on the project. When she called me that morning I asked her if we could come help her with some house projects and she said, “Oh, maybe you can help us gather the rest of these shrubs to take to the city compost!
When we got there, it turns out J took a liking to this particular jaws of life type tool that will cut down small trees and he started clearing all the sumac. Which happened to be mixed with ten years worth of berry bushes, that have “thorns of death” all over them.
We spent three hours clearing and by the end, I could hardly move or breathe.
Turns out, I am allergic to sumac.
We were at the piano bar on Saturday night and J kept calling me up to sing. Due to the allergy, my singing voice is hoarse and raspy and I looked at him and shook my head and said, “I can’t sing” (because I normally sing pretty strong, and high) and he goes, “just sing low, then.”
So, I sang low.
Oh. My. God.
Yeah, I didn’t think it was very good. Apparently, it was well received and people kept asking me to sing again. I suppose that out of my comfort zone, I am still okay at it.
One patron likes me singing “Annie’s Song” at the end of the night. And I sounded alot more like John Denver than myself.
But I sounded like a bad smoker who hadn’t slept in a week.
Anyway, yesterday morning, I woke up and could hardly move. I was so sore and was hacking away like crazy.
We rode our bikes down to a breakfast place and then out to the breakwater, which helped loosen up my muscles. It amazes me, with all that I do, that a change in habit for exercise, like cutting down trees, would take it’s toll on me like that, but J was still bouncing around like a normal person.
Here around our house, with the girls gone, we continue with house projects. J installed some medicine cabinets I got from my mom’s place when she gutted her bathroom.
And we bought a small piece of furniture that we painted green for the kitchen, to gain some space there for storage.
We even cleaned out the basement and organized it.
At the end of the day, J said to me, “would you ever think that by my moving in, we’d actually gain more space here?”
It’s true. Partly because we are more creative with our space usage, but also because we were both forced to pair down our stuff.
And that feels really good.
All the junk is gone.