My back broke. Sort of.

I started the day with good intentions. I cooked brunch for my girls and me and it went downhill from there.

I said to myself I will just get rid of the barrier between me and my messy neighbor so I won’t have to deal with it later when moving time draws near. So I took out the wire shelf where some potted plants resided, the old chair where I used to place mums, and the hanging bar where I had hung plants.

And I bit more what I can chew.

These idiots thought they could just dump trash on my side. I shoved all their rubbish back to them.

I saw little rodents darting in and out of that motorcycle. I had no choice but to clean all the debris that should have been their responsibility.

I also removed the excess pots because the plants they used to hold have died. Most of these were mums/annuals anyway so their lifespan was already spent. I tamed the unruly baccularis and repotted them as they had uncontrollably multiplied. Summer is creeping in so some of my plants will start flowering again.

I did this for several hours. It was literally back-breaking work. After I scrubbed myself clean under a very hot shower, I attempted to climb the stairs by myself. I couldn’t straighten up. I had to hold on to the railing with Twin A assisting me.

I promised them we will have dinner in one of the Vietnamese restaurants around here but—it was already out of the question. I had to order it via Grab because my back is killing me. To ease my frozen back, I booked a two-hour massage from Zennya.

I feel like I’m 80 years old. I’m already in bed by 8 pm. 🫠