The weather is finally nice. The sunshine soothes my aching joints and bones, soothes my sore muscles. I wish that I lived in an area that had sunshine nearly all the time, as it helps so very much. Yesterday I went to see the local tulip farm, enjoyed the flowers and the fresh, sunny air. Today I went to see a dear young woman's home--though we spent more time looking at her gorgeous garden, plants, animals and future plans. And, of course, seeing her adorable baby. Then we stopped at the same tulip farm, I got some new plants, and ran into my mother in law.
I love good days. But they always have a tinge of melancholy with them. I always wait for the hammer to fall. When will I be sick again? Later today? Tomorrow?
I am so riddled with jealousy over other young adults' actions. I so desperately want to do what other young women are doing--they are all gardening, canning, cleaning, raising and teaching children, raising animals. But as yet, it does not seem to be an option for me.
Anyway, at least I have gotten a few good days. I hope they last. I hope I get healed. I hope the illnesses that have me go back into their corners and cry, licking their wounds, and leave me alone.
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