My Thursday work days have been all messed up since Thanksgiving.
A little time to sneak in some writing. Been patchy. The heat slows me down, and for good reason. Things take twice as long, standing in the heat with the sun baking my head.
I am glad to be my own boss. It's hot, I think, time to knock off. The weather is also my boss. Rain's coming tomorrow, I think, good day to plant. My mind, my hands, too slow in the heat. It doesn't get done.
That's it. Time to quit. Something else calls me. The life of a self-employed mother. See ya.
This time of year is a bit, just a little bit, like having, hmm, maybe a 4 month old baby or maybe a year old baby (Oh, just caught a typo...I wrote "a year old 'bear'. Wonder what that would be like.).Read More
Jared will catch me picking at my nails and give me a look. "I'm not stressing out, I'm picking the dirt from under my nails," I tell him. "Ok," he says.
I'll give him a dirty look next time he picks his nails. "My hands are really dried out now. Lots of hangnails," he tells me. "Ok," I say.Read More