Summer continues- week 2 (?)

The days seem to blur a bit- probably the redundancy of the days (always working in the garden). But things have been productive: gym more "on" than "off" (although today is a wash), and work in the garden is S-L-O-W-L-Y progressing. Really, it is all such a mess.
Procrastination comes and goes- i.e. today, up for three hours and not done anything.

Last weekend, I put a sign out for free plants and had a handful of people stop by. I will do it again in a couple of weeks when I get more dug out. People surprised that I am just giving the plants away; grateful, but surprised. I found it interesting to be on the other side of the action, as I am often the receiver.

Monday and Tuesday, I went to the TPRS workshop and stayed at Mom's house.
Her house, once again, is a total mess. With all of the dust and smoke and dander, I was having trouble breathing (especially the first night- could not sleep). I need to plan a cleaning day.
The workshop was OK, not great- I thought it would be something more. I got pretty much everything I was going to get out of it on the first day; the second day was more-or-less a repeat/ continuation of the prior day.
Blaine Ray (in photo), the creator of the TPRS method, ran the workshop. It was good to learn the system from the creator- although, his presentation reminded me of a teacher who has taught the subject too long (ill prepared, forgetting things/ backtracking, a bit aloof).
We (me, Mom, Kathy, and Cheryl) had dinner at Maggiano's. Nice time.

So, the garden: I've been working in the vegetable garden (no veggies). Lots of weeds and grasses to pull. Slow process, but getting there. Maybe veggies this summer, maybe not. I thought I would focus my attention on the perimeter (did not get to last year) and work my way in. The interior gardens are not too bad; the outer gardens need the attention desperately!
Stellas blooming. Others ready to start.

This weekend is the Spanish Club picnic in Freeport. Not sure how it is going to go. Not many RSVPs and it may rain. Mary Roach (Mike's mom) has been a big help.

So I get this email from Justin; he and Kevin had their baby. The last I heard from him (months ago) was that they were looking for a surrogate. I do not know if they had found one or if they adopted.
Jealous? Of course. I really wanted to adopt, but in the end, it was just not the thing to do.

To me, it is another 'reality slap' of, once again, a personal desire changed due to my relationship with David. I mean, really, how much do I have to give up for him?
On the other hand, I am returning to Spain, which I know irks him. So some battles I will win.

To me, it is all about a promise. Good or bad, there was a promise. Perhaps a bit of a romantic idealization, but nevertheless, it is a promise to keep.