I hate days like this… I feel twitchy after spending the last 2 days pulling weeds in my gardens and having bugs crawl all over me… I still feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. I know I should be used to this by now and I know bugs are no big deal, really, but I still cannot help the way I react. I try so hard to play it cool and to stay calm. I have these huge spiders in my flower beds and when you startle them they run toward you – not away from you. It freaks me out. Not to mention the beetles, ants and roaches that live in the taller weeds and thick grasses that I have to deal with. I hate this feeling… everything that touches me makes me flinch. I’m so jumpy. I think I will just sit calmly the rest of the day and sip tea and watch Netflix.
Archive for August, 2015
I watch you sleeping so peacefully next to me and feel frustrated that I lack the proper eloquence to convey my love for you. From your sun-warmed skin to your deep brown eyes, to your strong hands and sculpted frame you are beauty to me… the standard by which I judge all other men I see. Your beauty flows over you and through you…from the very heart of you. Your kindness, patience, strength, humility, humor, intelligence and love overwhelm me. I am deeply grateful for you and could not imagine going through everything I am going through without your strength and love to lean on. Thank you with all of my heart. I love you.
I’m sure there’s some perfectly scientific, purely logical explanation for why the heat + the humidity makes life in south Georgia nearly unbearable. It’s so strange…while hiking in Texas last month the temperature was much higher but it felt much better. Here, 85 degrees feels like an oven, there 110 degrees felt like a breeze.
I confess I do not understand the physics of it – but I’m kinda okay with that – it makes it feel like magic to me.



