I know, I know... blogging is fun. So much fun. Very fun. Some fun. Who's fun? I shouldn't complain, I DO like to enter, but with my schedule, I just am wipped out after work so my creativity gets waylayed and I crash at 8. No film at 11.
I came home from the Jim and Jessica wedding in one piece to a devoted husband. Not much had happened while I was away. But the first ever crop of peaches went unpicked and so there they were...crowding the weeds at the base of the tree. Boo. I was so looking forward to : a: sliced peach on my cereal b:sliced peach on vanilla ice cream and c: 1/2 cup of a peach cobbler to share with David. Next year.
We are in a whirlwind mode of organizing our home and garage, to live more simply. It is so rewarding when I can say, "David, please go out to the pantry and get me a can of pineapple (because the peaches didn't make it)" and he can go directly to the shelf, didn't have to pass GO or pay to get out of the maze! He has made incrediable movement on the house. I love it!
Work is more or less.... make that LESS than interesting. We are finding files and sending them to archives. Whoopee. We are all just bidding our time for the big layoff in December. I don't know the plans beyond that, except I have made noises about going back to school so I can learn how to poke people in the arm and draw blood. I VONT YOUR BLOOOOD! It could take a year, which I may not have. This is the part where I panic, but it doesn't look as good on the screen as in person. Quite the sight... mouth wide open, eyes squinted, heart visably beating out of my chest, hair being pulled, and small little steps in a circle as I chase my tail! I guess you have to be here..as a matter of fact, you should be here! Anyone reading this is welcome to come and pay homage to the dead peaches, cheer me up about my future *or not* job, or pick up a clear plastic box and store it on the shelf for us! We are leaving the light on!
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