…it is good to wear long pants. In general, weeding when pokey things are involved is best done with pants which are long. When weeding a hillside with a grub hoe, it is best to remember that facing downhill for a massive swing of the hoe could land one face down in the semi-weeded mud. Fortunately, I did remember my facial direction (most of the time) while swinging, so my face remained mud free. My boots, on the other hand, are another story.
I am grateful that all of this terrible weeding may lead to a lovely wildflower covered hill if I am lucky. That, coupled with the two new grape starts, logan berries, and asparagus crowns I purchased last week is enough to get one glad it is spring. Now, in the middle of summer when I may have a tendency to whine a bit after picking over 1000 tomatoes from the garden, feel free to point back to this post where I admit that I am adding MORE summer picking chores to my list of other things I am doing while not finding work and waiting for my momma to decide she no longer wants to be around.
Seriously though, something in the universe does not want me working right now. I have never been out of work since I was twelve unless I wanted to be…or unless it was after 9/11 and the economy tanked and I moved across country again…but still, jobs and I are usually highly compatible. I was excited that I was going to work with the summer drama program I have worked with in the past this summer…EXCEPT that this week I got an email saying the director had been confused when he talked with the person who had the position last year and thought they were not returning. Apparently they were returning, and BAM, there I am without even a summer gig lined up.
I’m ok about not doing the summer program, it was a long drive. But, the jobs I passed up on applying for since I thought I was working in the summer and the jobs started in the middle of my summer work…those jobs make me slightly bummed out.
On the plus side, the potatoes are ready to plant. And the garden is almost ready for the potatoes to be all happily tucked into their beds. It’s hard to be grumpy when good gardening is getting ready to happen. My back may be semi-broken after the grub hoeing, but the rest of me is feeling mostly fine.
I’d better get to bed though since I keep waking up at 5:30. ACK…and it is spring forward tonight. It’s already almost ten PM. Shhhh. I’d better tuck myself into bed like potato starts getting ready to grow.
I'm just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as "Grumpy Gal's Guide to Gratitude," but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.