There are lots of little phrases that begin with those words. Pick your favorite ending and insert it. We are as busy as that. Maybe busier.
Jim started his new job on Monday, and he is going through the training phase right now, which combines deadly boredom with moments of frenzy and results in him returning home exhausted. When we discussed the possibility of him seeking employment, we addressed the issue of what was going to happen in regards to the jobs he has been doing here at home. He has been a huge foundation under my massage business.
Now, part of the reason we need him to bring in income is the massage business took a precipitous dive when the economy tanked, and while the business is starting to build again it is not happening fast enough to keep us from slowly, ever so slowly, losing ground on the financial sector of our lives. Rather than just stand on our little island and watch it slowly erode until there was nothing left of it, we decided we MUST do something proactive to rebuild it. Hence a job for Jim.
I blithely promised to help take up the slack here. So I am having my lunch and a cup of tea while I make this post. Meanwhile, I have watered and deadheaded the front garden (before my first massage client–there were two this morning). I have a load of laundry in the washer and one out on the line. There are two loads on the couch awaiting folding and putting away. The rest of the front garden needs to be watered. By the way, the front garden is rioting lilies, both oriental and asiatic, with a barricade line of day lilies reinforcing their efforts.
Nothing like an Ozarks summer to encourage rioting in the lilies. Meanwhile, out back the yarrow border on the rose garden is in full bloom as well.
That picture, taken at full noon, does not do it justice. The colors are washed out, blah blah blah. The view from the kitchen window is getting quite nice. Rather than plant annual flowers for color in my whiskey barrels, I furnished them with zucchinis and sweet potatoes. They are quite attractive in their own utilitarian way. Not the least of the attraction is the fact that I will be able to monitor the squashes as they grow and hopefully avoid the lurkers that grow to baseball bat size.
Notice the explosion in the herb garden going on in the background.
Meanwhile, I have to finish watering the front, hang up the load of sheets that is almost done washing, start another load of sheets, vacuum my floor, fold the laundry in the living room, mow the vineyard, pick peas and while I’m at it water the vegetable beds that didn’t get watered yesterday. Then later on there are three massages scheduled. I’m also supposed to make some potato salad for dinner, since Jim is working until 6:30 and is planning to come home and throw something on the grill.
I need to communicate with my mother and find out if she wants to accompany me on a trek to San Antonio. My older sister’s husband died and I feel that it would be appropriate to attend the memorial service. But since my father just had a pacemaker installed last Saturday, I’m not sure that my mother will be up for a road trip. But I need to check with her anyway.
Actually, this time in front of the computer is a luxury I can’t really afford today, I just realized.
The situation is not likely to be much different in the coming weeks either. So don’t be surprised if my customary habit of posting and visiting is suddenly and mysteriously curtailed.
No mystery, just the sweet mystery of life and pressing business elsewhere.
The washing machine is done, need to hang up those sheets and start the next load. Must go boil some potatoes and eggs.
Ta ta, catch you later. Maybe
