Life is nothing without knowledge; and not all knowledge can come from books. You might say that I live to learn.
Haven't been updating as much as I should. Spending bunches of time over at the cafe. And yesterday, for five minutes or so, I was the top writer, woohoo. So this morning while the blackberry cobbler was in the oven, I worked on the pillow to put in my boss's bon voyage basket. That's a picture of it. Have to finish it this afternoon.
Time's running out. I have to finish ironing and packing for Mill Springs. Maybe I'll get to pop back in before I go away. I should have lots of good stories when I come back. . .
I started out my day by getting two kids ready for the bus, signed all the folders, wrote all the bus notes, and did two loads of laundry. Driving to work, I found myself smiling. Now, I'm not going to fudge and tell you I worked hard at my job today. But, I was there all day. ![]()
I came home and started more laundry, got the kids off the bus, and started ironing, packing, and sewing. Sarah and I made Anna two pairs of drawers, they're finished on the shelf. The only thing worse than actually making them, might be helping your ten-year old help you make them. Did more laundry. Ironed bunches of clothes in 95 degree weather. Packed some clothes in the trunk. Swept up the floor. Sorted more laundry.
And when the five year old told me she was giving herself a french manicure I thought it was funny, lord knows my fingers have never seen such a thing. I'm not sure I've ever even used those words. When the eight year old attached my red underwear to a hanger and twirled them around above his head like some huge windsock, I thought it was funny for about thirty seconds. Then I might have fussed a little. When the cats decided to use my clothes as a kitty playground, I dumped them off and put the clothes away.
I didn't expect to see a difference yet. But I do. Bless the wonders of modern medicine. There are better days ahead.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/WSNRadio
Click play under the show for 09/21/07. I think I was the second or third in order to read. That was a new adventure!
And the needle and thread in my hands last night isn't for the living history stuff. It's a gift for my boss and his family. He's leaving us for greener pastures. I'm going to have a new boss. . . eventually. I probably better shape up a little.
Maybe I'll post a picture when it's done. It was fun getting everything together last night.