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Lotta front porch sittin' , and workin' hard to get to heaven, where I come from I am tired. Very tired, but for good reason. I did something that I have never done before (get your minds out of the gutters, people). I roto-tilled my uncle's vegetable garden. On a big orange tractor that is just hella fun to drive. It is a little scary loading and unloading it onto a hauling trailer, or when it goes over bumps and leans dangerously toward one side or the other. But MAN, is that thing fun. My uncle just beams with pride over the fact that I am totally becoming a country girl. So fun. Love it, can't get enough of it. Farming is such a blast. Country living, people. Front porch sittin'. Do it, it's good for you. Seriously. Fresh air. I think I am totally going to have to adopt my uncle's little 11 year old neighbor girl. She is so lonely for any kind of younger woman contact. She lives in a house with her grandmother, who is a very cool woman; her 2nd or so bum stepfather, two brothers- a 10 year old who is pretty great and a 1 1/2 year old, and her harpie mother. As far out in the sticks as my uncle is, it can get a little isolating. Poor kids. I was out planting vegetables nearly knee deep in fresh tilled mud, and she was following me around like a shadow, yammering questions at me and wanting to help with anything. Her brother confided in me that their homelife is a mess and his parents scream at each other constantly. The toddler has a wicked case of colic too. He said that my Mom, brother, Uncle and I are the "perfect family", and he loves to come over just to get some peace and quiet. He even asked to plant a row of cabbage plants. Those kids are both so sweet. I'll have to go out there a lot over the summer so they can get a break from all the racket. They need some love and support, and I've got plenty of both to give. Other than that, my Mom had more tests ran and they do indeed think she has her brain tumors back again. This would be round three. She is just so depressed over the news. Plus, her endocrInologist is a dick, who was supposed to be watching it but turns out didn't. MAlpractice? Everything she said didn't matter to him. "I don't think it's serious" he'd say. When do doctors cross the line where they become apathetic toward their patients? Maybe that's a sign it's time to retire. He never calls her back, gets her appointments when she needs them and I have doubts he ever even glances at test results. F*cker. Just a side note: My brother practicing his drum lessons could end a hostage situation. Oh, the migraines. |