Update on some things…
I hate needlework.
Puzzles are better.
Asparagus is a pain in the ass to transplant.
There is no way for the Husband to say “I don’t want you to leave the house.” that doesn’t sound awful. He’s right, I shouldn’t leave, but still it sounds terrible.
Especially when one is reading The Testaments, the sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale.
Having three acres helps immeasurably.
We tried to have asparagus. It makes sense if you are going to live there for at least 5 years. It makes less sense when you realize you have to transplant it. It makes no sense when your husband decides it needs to be transplanted 3 years in a row. Now we have collards. You like collards.