It's not summer in Arizona. Even if I get full mature plants put in, there's no way I will have a growing season this year.
I wish Alan Tichmarsh or Ty Pennington would show up or the like- "Hullo, we hear your garden was destroyed, let's make a new one for you two!"
Poor Wash. He is not talking as much right now, and I know this is hurting him a lot. He just doesn't want me to feel even more burdened.
Mostly paperwork this week to make sure insurance stays in order. Though, with Arizona even if my paperwork is perfect and filed correctly and on time they can still tell us to Fuck-Off and Die.
I have to hope that somewhere along the lines of automation and "profits" perhaps there will be a human who can also recognize that wanting to live, the most base directive of life, is not "wrong" for my husband and I to want.
It's not "wrong" that my 26 year old husband wants to live.
It's not "wrong" that we are poor.
I think what is WRONG is my state and my government making me choose between medication and life, or money TO live.