Gardening Not For MS

     It’s tough having interest that aren’t shared. I loved working out in the yard, the sense of accomplishment, seeing immediate results. I always knew I was alone in the joy of working outside, never mattered because I could do it all myself. That’s a thing of the past. The desire is still there, but you can figure out the rest. The family’s only outdoor activity is walking from the house to the car, that’s about it. So now I hire people to do what I always enjoyed doing myself. As if that’s not bad enough, the people I hire have a habit of not showing up. Hired a dear friends nephew to do the work, was told he needed the work. We got the friends and family rate, $30 an hour, down from $45. He’s been here 1 of the last 10 days, got here around 10, went to lunch with a friend for 1 1/2 hours, hasn’t been back since.  It’s like having cigarettes put out in your eye, watching the slow progression, not being able to do anything about it. So I wait. And stew. And get into a further depression as I not only think of the things I can’t do, but look out into the yard and see them.