Last year, possibly for our anniversary, my husband bought me a metal detector. It was very sophisticated and required calibrating and all kinds of crazy set-up. I had always wanted one, and must have mentioned it to him at some point (usually those hints slip past him, but he must have been in a spending mood at the time). Since it was bought mid-winter, I never used it.
I took it out yesterday, and it was sweeeeet. Husband did not take J out last night, so we stayed home and metal detected in the yard (me and J, not Husband). The first thing we found was a 1953 Michigan license plate buried right next to J's swing set! We also found some kind of square metal plate and some other hunk of metal that looked like a part of a tractor engine or maybe piping (it was REALLY heavy). Everything was covered in rust and dirt, and I haven't had a chance to clean them off and find out what they really are.
I can't wait to do it again! Unfortunately, J lost interest pretty quickly and I don't think he enjoyed it very much. He did have fun playing in a big hole we dug in the yard and throwing dirt on me. I think this will have to be a hobby I do when he is not around. It will be good to have a relaxing hobby that also gets me outside and moving.
Also, after the last week of focusing solely on the divorce and taking care of myself (to prevent a nervous breakdown), I feel like I am ready to ease back into my normal (more stressful) routine, which includes spending less time sleeping and filling the rest of my time with multiple responsibilities--taking care of J, figuring out how to pay debts, writing my thesis and finishing my Master's degree, administrating my grandfather's estate, actually working while I'm at work, cleaning the house, and planning for the future.
I have been going to bed early to avoid seeing, and thus talking to, my husband for the past couple nights. I guess talking to him again should also be on my to-do list.
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