Full Circle

As I'm sitting here at the computer, my husband sits next to me at his. We are at the dining room table with laptops. He is doing schoolwork and I am working at my job. Remember how I work from home? Well, here's the thing: I was talking to my husband about an e-mail I got regarding an endorsement on LinkedIn from a long-ago friend. I recall telling him about my friend a while back and how she was in a bad car accident and needed physical therapy and... my husband said to me, "I'm trying to work." I said, "Now I know how K feels." (K being our youngest son who always talks to me while I'm trying to work and who is often told to be quiet). My husband then said, "Do I have to move?" Aghast, I said, "No." I felt just like my boy, who is 10, and very talkative. I feel for that kid, now that I know exactly how he feels!

Dreaming

Wish I was there.

God is Great, Beer is Good...

... and people are crazy. --Billy Currington (I don't know if he wrote it, but it's on t.v. right now). I'm just typing this to see if it takes because Blogger hasn't been cooperating with me at all for several weeks now. Today I am using Google Chrome instead of Internet Explorer and things are working ok, so far.

It's Fall. It's Cold

I originally tried posting this on September 27 but Blogger was having issues, so I'm trying again: You know when it's Fall when the leaves change on the trees, right? And they fall to the ground and then the trees look all ugly and scraggly? That is happening in my neck of the woods. And the house is cold. It is cold because we don't use the furnace. We use the woodstove. Remember last year's posts about the stove? Let's not go there right now.

The woodstove is currently empty and cold. Today's afternoon temps are supposed to be 74, so we opted not to get a fire going. However, I sit in the house, working away at the computer, feeling a slight chill. I've made a pot of decaf (I've already caffeinated myself, but I wanted a large amount of ready-made hotness to be waiting whenever I needed it) and am trying to warm myself up.

In a few hours, for my lunch break, I'll turn on the Wii and play Just Dance 2 for a bit - that'll warm me up right quick!

EEEK! Where is Summer??

Egads! Is summer really almost over? Are the mornings really that crisp and chilly? Is my basement freezing all of a sudden? It is September 11 and I have just turned on my space heater in my office. My arms and legs are a bit chilled as the sun has moved on past my windows and shade has creeped in. I'm totally not ready to start wearing layers down here in my basement office. I'm in denial. I don't want summer to end. So, the reason for this post is to say that this is the first time I've turned on the space heater while it's still summer.

Farm Dreams

One day, we'll have our farm. I don't know how I stumbled upon it, but I found a really neat website called Rural Living Today ( and it looks to be very good reading. Hubby and I want to move sometime after he graduates but we don't want to jump in blindly to farming, even if it's just a mini farm or mini ranch. We aren't getting any younger and our dream of owning land for growing things and having livestock keep seeming to get further and further away. Why is that always the case??

Channeling Meryl Streep

You know what I was thinking last night as I was walking back up to the house from the garden? I was thinking that I could imagine myself doing the same thing many years from now, possibly walking up a dusty path back to the house. I was wearing a t-shirt and capris but also my strawberry apron and flip flops. My hair was up in one of those claw-type clips and I had some strays that escaped the clip. I straightened one of the hoses that was stretched out on the concrete path but as I did so, I took my time. It was as if there was no need to hurry. No need to rush. And the funny thing was that I kind of thought of myself as Meryl Streep in "Bridges of Madison County." Not the way that she had an affair, but the way that life was so simple for her. She had no reason to hurry. She wore those classic dresses (and aprons, right?) and her hair was up a lot of the time. Life should be like that. Simple.