We received more stressful news today. My kids, man and I have to move. We have no money saved and the landlord is selling our place. We get rent for a steal at 975 for 1250 sq ft. Typical going rate is about 1400 for 850ft, Not sure what we’re doing but we will probably have to move farther away from my parents. My mom says not to move closer to them. “I don’t know how long we’ll be here”.
As we’re talking, she tells me about their garden. Something they take huge pride in. She tells me I better be ready to pickle because she has planted a HUGE amount of cukes. She also said she planted a huge amount of bird egg beans. FYI if you have never had them, which you likely haven’t, get them They are the best most buttery beans.
So she’s planted all these beans and says “Because this might be the last garden”. How can that be? There has always been a garden. Dad isn’t dead. They haven’t moved yet. They don’t know! Yet I know, rationally, that these are all possibilities. This may be the last garden. This may be the last pickle. This may be the last corn, dill, brussle sprouts, tomatoes, so much more….. and my mom’s zinnias.
Interesting how I ended my blog from yesterday is so relevant today.
Cancer. Cancer. Caner. No flowers.
The Cancer Chronicles 