Fresh Air

I pulled my Angel card for the day and Fresh Air made me giggle. I ran out of the room and showed Daddy and he humored me with a smile. He thinks I am adorable when I’m excited… and I was.

Running around in tiny Jean shorts and a sexy tank, ready to pull weeds, it made sense that my angels would say that my day would be filled with fresh air. A text popped into my phone informing me that I would need gloves and bug spray… oof… I suddenly felt a pang of panic. I like to be prepared in advance, so I had asked earlier if gloves would be needed, and was told they weren’t, so I hadn’t located or purchased any… and bug spray… my skin is so sensitive I don’t usually use spray, so I decided to change into jeans to avoid getting eaten alive, lol. I walked outside and found a glove on the table… my other glove was in the yard, covered in mud or dog shit… darn kids… okay, one glove is better than none.

I filled the fridge with snacks and teas for Daddy and gave him a kiss before sending her the on my way message. When I arrived at her house, I went straight to the backyard to survey the work to be done. I am a big believer in working for what you want… and I want her… she’s beautiful, she’s confident, and she can hold a conversation… she’s intelligent and fights for her kids… like fuck! It’s no wonder she fills my mind. And her hands on my skin and her lips on my lips and my lips on her neck… mmmmm

Off on a tangent there, lol… so as I stood looking at the yard, I pulled on my glove and she walked out the door. Fucking beautiful all in black. Arms wrapped around each other, quick snuggles, before I asked for a trash bag. She brought me one and offered some gloves she had found as her brother had taken the ones she had on hand normally. They didn’t seem like a good fit for the chore, so I kept my glove on my dominant hand and went to work. It felt amazing to get in the manual labor. Sometimes, my body craves work. Especially when my depression is trying to set in. Sun beating on my arms, sweat dripping down my face, she brought me ice water, weed, and conversation. She offered music, but the sound of her voice and the singing of the birds did not require anything extra. 

We sat and chatted about life after a bag was done. Discussed being under consideration and different concerns that exist. Open communication is everything to me and I was glad that she mentioned she had concerns so we could get them in the open. Talking and smiling, she praised the work and I was glad I could help. It felt so good to get so much done. Next time, I’m bringing some tools. I am a firm believer in hard work, determination, and that you get out of life what you put into it.