Almost a full day.

It was the first night since Tuesday that I slept quite okay. Waking up felt for the fist time since the incident again good. Even though within 5 minutes it washed again over me, the rest of the day has been bearable – for the most. And so far, today has been the first day that I haven’t (yet) broken down in the kitchen where Tricky passed away. And I haven’t had a horrendous headache from introversion. But I was not yet ready to talk with family members who came passing at the house today.

In the afternoon, we both worked together in the yard. We finally took out the front area of the house (about 114 square foot) which has been wildly overgrown and a thorn in our eye since 6 years. As this has been an unusual wet summer it had now a lot of poison ivy in it; next to that 3 thorn bushes (who could ever have the idea to plant such thorny things in a yard?) plus a lot of mixed together stuff, from small trees to wild flowers I had seeded a couple of years back. Everything had to go. Everything except the Dogwood shrub.

Tomorrow we need to finish, in preparation of the 3 ton of large multicolored and 1 ton of medium cobble stones and 3 pink lime stone boulders which will be arriving. Plus a very special boulder, from the end of a glacier which is similar to a rolled snowball but out of many smaller stones, rolled and packed into a bigger boulder. A lot of texture. For the resting place of Tricky’s body.