Lawn Mowing -

It's been quite some time since I've mowed a lawn - particularly because I have a husband who is obsessive about his lawn, and I know I couldn't cut like he cuts. However, this week has been a lawn mowing week -

You know - gauge the weather, clothe up - making sure to have closed-toe shoes on and my reading glasses off, gas up, and go, go, go. Stopping only to dump the clippings, and then only idling the lawn mower, not turning it off.

That's been my week. And I am proud to say - not only did I mow my lawn but about 18 others this week, and my shoes are only mildly grass-stained, my hands only sore from tightly holding on, and my eyes just beginning to water from being exposed to the elements.

I have held family meetings, counseled people who are fearful, hopeful, angry, adjusting, dying, trying to live; taught UVU classes, oriented BYU chaplain students, attended meeting after meeting, visited my own patients, attended the funnest Jazz BB game, seen the chiropractor and the doctor, participated in hospital opening-day exercises, visited with children, hugged and kissed my husband, and slept a little.

I have not - eaten at home (my refrigerator is as close to empty as if we were headed on vacation), done the laundry, read (anything besides work-related material), been to the gym (although I've averaged well-above my daily step count), or stopped to smell the roses.

I haven't finished my week's commitments by any measure, yet I am confident I can - and I am amazing myself that I've been able to keep my grip and keep the energy going without breaking too stinky of a sweat.

Life is good; this is my folklady's adventures!