By Lynn, on July 5th, 2010%
This past Saturday was the second Saturday that I have set up with my mom at a local farmer’s market. What that means for me is that I type 8 hours on Friday, which tends to be a long day. As you know, housework, errands, mouths to feed, and child-related responsibilities don’t disappear just because I work! So I usually end up not getting to bed before midnight onFriday nights. On Saturday morning I jump into my already-packed van (that’s the goal, anyway!) with my cup of hot coffee, and I meet my mom at the farmer’s market where we laugh and talk and sell things for a few hours. I have to be home and in my work desk by noon, where I work (type) another 8-hour shift and then my weekend is done. Once again, it seems impossible to get to bed before midnight, even if I do not do the farmer’s market.
Having said all that, there’s something about the farmer’s market that makes me really happy. It allows me to work at what I really love doing, and hopefully some day that will be all I do for an income: something I really enjoy. It gives me something to look forward to.
For the 4th, we did not head out to watch a fireworks display, though that would have been mighty fun. Instead, Michaela and I went through a few boxes of sparklers. I marched back and forth in front of the house a few times, saying in my best British accent, “I, John Adams, do proclaim that we are free from the British!!”
Michaela said in her best 11-year-old daughter accent, “Mom, be quiet!”
Then we called each other Abigail and Betsy.
It was a long, tiring but very good weekend.
By Lynn, on August 9th, 2008%
Garden sight-seeing on lunch break from my medical transcription job. Yes, the day is half over! Doesn’t it go by fast? See? I can do this. Yes, I can.
Isn’t he cute? Sort of? Just a little bit? He’s sitting on some tansy that looks so ragged each year, it’ll be gone or moved next year. Hopefully.
A huge praying mantis…
looks up at me. As if about to jump. Whoa. I’ll back up. You just stay put! Before I scream and break something climbing running down out of this terraced flower bed.
Here is another shot of the unknown plant, with its pretty yellow blooms that have just appeared. I had a comment from Vanillalotus that it appears to be Cassia alata or Senna alata. Vanillalotus, I would love your opinion now that it is blooming.
We now return to our previously scheduled programming: medical transcription.
Thinking of redoing my sewing/craft desk,
and of new plants,
and of redoing some of my website work,
and of going shopping for “new” old postcards,
and of two new shower curtains. In white…
and so much more. Spray painting stuff, clothes shopping at GW Boutique…
So long.
Lynn
By Lynn, on May 16th, 2008%
I have really enjoyed my job today. I cannot explain it, but a part of me has been restored. I’ll stop with that thought. It takes knowing all the ins and outs of where I’ve been and what we’ve been through to understand.
The sunlight coming into my office window was just the right amount this morning. Not too bright. Just enough to boost my sense of well being. I don’t like getting a tan, but I do enjoy being outside and getting indirect sunlight. I’m too fair to be trying to tan!
I take two 15-minute breaks and a half-hour lunch on each 8-1/2-hour work day. It is so nice to be able to step out into the garden during those times. I was starving during my first break, having skipped breakfast to continue on a little longer with my green tea, so I ate voraciously during my first break!
During my lunch, I actually potted up a pale pink petunia. Miss Petunia was quite the match for a worn-out enamelware pot. The pot was what I’d been using to collect food scraps by the kitchen sink for years. A hole finally wore into the bottom of it. It’s a planter now.
The view from the steps where I ate my lunch is, of course, my little garden. It’s amazing how quickly this bed is filling in and becoming a little mini-jungle. I remember when it was mostly bare mulch in the center.
And the wild grapevine on this thing just gets bigger and bigger. I must get some traps for controlling Japanese beetles that will soon arrive to shred its leaves.
This red rose was all wet with rain and beautiful this morning.
And this very young astilbe plant seems to be thriving. I can’t wait to see it in 2 or 3 years.
The chocolate mint — rising up behind the old sundial — is quietly creeping out of its original little plot. Lucky for chocolate mint that I like it. I’m sure by this summer I’ll be pulling out huge armfuls of it. And then again next spring, Lord willing, I’ll be glad to see the chocolate mint proliferating again. It’s a yearly cycle that chocolate mint and I go through.
As far as my title, “type and dream,” it’s truly an exercise of the mind to be able to stay put for 8 hours. It’s good for a person to think, and 8 hours is a lot of thinking.
I must be off to bed. Tomorrow is a medical transcription day!
Lynn
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