I about had a fit Saturday at the Ranger's game. We were up in section 325 and climbing the stairs, I was holding on to the rail like I'd fall backwards otherwise. I thought all the happy smiling people were crazy. I wanted to ask them all if they didn't realize that if the leaned too far forward that they would plummet to their deaths. After the fifth inning, I settled down a little bit and I was able to enjoy the rest of the game more even though the Rangers lost. It was pretty sad.
Saturday morning Chris woke me up early (for me) and we went to a plant sale in Grapevine. A gardening club was selling assorted plants they grew to raise money for college scholarships. Chris bought plants for the two beds in his backyard. Gardening in Texas is not like gardening in Indiana. Down here you have to dig up the soil and mix it with compost and plant your plants and cover them with mulch. In Indiana, you move the grass out of the way and toss seeds in the dirt. The soil is black and you can grow just about anything when it stops being cold. I'm considering tearing up a piece of the side yard and playing around, but I'm not sure. It seems like an awful lot of work for tomatoes.
We were supposed to plant the stuff on Saturday when we bought it, along with the mulch and manure from Home Depot, but it didn't happen that way. The storm earlier this week knocked down a dead tree on the side of the house next to the street. We broke it into pieces smaller than six feet and dragged it to the front curb so the city would haul it away. There was another dead tree next to it so we tore it down and dragged it too. Chris wanted to put it behind the fence. The trash collection is on Wednesday and the neighbors don't like stuff to sit out. But we both knew he wasn't coming home from work on Tuesday night and dragging it up there. I should have kept my mouth shut. Chris started sawing up the pieces of fence that the previous storm had blown down into 4' x 6' pieces. We were out there for several hours and ended up with a pile of stuff 12' wide and at least 4' tall. Gosh I hate physical labor. Next time I'm hiring a Mexican. Oh wait. I am a Mexican... But he weeded and mowed today and the yard looks really good. I've got several projects in my head. Does anyone know how to put up a retaining wall that won't fall over?
We're at three months till the wedding. I'm still not sure that my sisters have finalized the dress, but I'm not worried. I've decided that if Chris and I are the only ones not wearing jeans, it's still gonna be great. I've taken off the Friday before and the week after from work. I'm still trying to get a committment from the photographer I want. There are others available, but I really have my heart set on this guy. Cross your fingers.
Now that I'm branching out into my own family within the Family, I find I need to remember to look at things differently. My parents always told me that all I have is my sisters and them and that's all I'm ever going to have. Life and losers have taught me that the old man knows his stuff. That said, those who have stood the test of time know that they may as well change their last name because they've pretty much been adopted. I'm embarrassed because I forgot that in adopting a new last name, I too am being adopted.
Normally, I consider myself a giving person, but I realize that when it comes to Alex, this is not the case. Fortunately, My Honey has no problem calling me out when I'm wrong. Not that I enjoy it, but I appreciate the honesty. Honesty speaks volumes about the level of intimacy and comfort you share with someone. I am humbled and I am sorry for saying that the repsonsibility of raising the boy can only be mine. But in all fairness to me, I'm not used to being treated so well all the time. I'm not used to a man standing up and being a man at all times. I'm not used to having someone so wonderful think that I'm worth the hassle that is me. And I'm definitely not used to someone saying they will be a provider, role model and father to my son and living up to that. I am very fortunate and I will try to get used to having the Bestest Honey in the Universe. (oh the sacrifices I make.)
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