Oh, dear. Oh, dear dear me.
Nonni is taking her prednisone.
This means that Nonni has lots and LOTS of energy. It means that Nonni has so many fun and amusing plans! Plans for how to repaint the house, inside and out, while writing a novel and baking organic cookies!!!! Yay, Nonni! Yay, Prednisone!
It also mean, alas, that Nonni is just a teensy weensy bit cranky. And that Nonni is ready to use that all that energy to utterly destroy anyone who gets in her way.
Yesterday is a good example of poor Nonni’s conflicted relationship with Prednisone.
You see, Nonni and Papa went out to hear some great music from one of our favorite bands on Friday night. As always, Upstate was amazing and exciting and fun and uplifting. We had a fabulous time.
But we got home late. And Nonni was feeling those fun Prednisone energy jolts. Until about 4 AM. At that point, she fell asleep.
So. Saturday morning found this old woman on three hours of sleep, with way too much energy but no strength. I was crabby (if “murderous” and “crabby” are synonyms.) I paced around for a bit. I did dishes. Cleaned the fridge. Paid the bills. Organized my pots and pans. Used a tiny bottle brush to scrub out the silicone straws that the kids use.
By noon I was climbing out of my skin.
So I headed into the yard.
And that is where Nonni discovered that she is not the only crabby old bitch to be on the loose.
We’ve lived in this house for close to thirty years. In that time, we have created a lovely garden area filled with flowers and bushes and blooming shrubs.
And when I say “we”, I mean ME. I mean this woman. All by myself. I ripped out grass and put in perennials and ripped out weeds and put in bushes. I have trimmed and pruned and raked and fertilized and transplanted. And it is gorgeous out there.
So when I headed outside yesterday, I noticed that the yard had begun to close in on us. Every year, it seems, the trees sneak a bit closer. The woods encroach. The wild comes just a bit closer.
And yesterday, for the first time in a decade at least, Nonni had Freakin’ HAD IT.
I took up my brand new rechargeable, super efficient trimmer. And I went to town.
Thirty minutes into my “pruning” efforts, the driveway was littered with the chopped off limbs of maples, oaks, hemlock, ash, beech and birch. There was suddenly sunlight again on parts of the yard that had become moss covered and shaded.
I looked up.
I LIKED this!
Nonni, in all of her angry, teeth gritting, pissed off over-energized-jittery glory had found a way to burn off some steam.
I made my way up and down my driveway, swinging my tool of revenge in front of me like a demon. “Take that!” I crowed, as I buzzed five oaks and three maple saplings from the edge of the drive. “You won’t take over my one means of escape, you foul beasts!!!!” I lopped them off at ground level.
I believe I chortled.
I kept the driveway space clear for my car.
I kept going. My heart was racing. Mosquitoes were lodging in my ears, nose and on the edges of my sweaty gray hair. Still, I could not be stopped. This was FUN.
And so empowering.
Mother Nature wants to put out ten knew pine trees in my GRASS? I don’t THINK SO!!!
Buzzz, Bzzzzz, bzzzzeeepeezeeep! Down, down! I vanquish thee!!
Fourteen baby oaks popping up off of one downed pine tree? Not on my watch, kids!!!!
Vrooom, vrooomy, vrooomotchka!!! Out you goes!!!
After three hours, my arms were shaking. I couldn’t see because of all the sweat, dirt, dead bugs and pine needles plastered to my face.
But I felt GREAT.
I knew it was time to head inside for a shower, a triple tick check and a martini. But I needed one more quiet moment of reflection.
Mother Nature, you’re not the only cranky old pissed off lady out here today. So you just back off, bitch. Nonni is here to save the yard.