…is all about spring cleaning, right? At least that is what I told myself when I selected a new theme. I pushed the activate button. I saw all of my blog posts go into hiding. I added some snappy new headers from photos I took around the farm. I realized this theme really needs many more photos. I, while looking at the clock and realizing it is after 1 AM, grumbled at myself for selecting a new theme when I did not have enough time to make sure that said new theme actually looked halfway presentable. I suppose I am not grateful for this new theme.
Actually, aside from the snappy new headers, I’m not sure that I am fond of this new them. The old one was basic, but easy. The background was some shade of turquoise. I cannot seem to get the color choices to stay for this theme. Again, glancing at the clock, I realize that fact that it is after 1 AM may well have more to do with my unfondness for this theme and the lack of background color sticking than does the actual theme itself. This means that I probably am going to head to bed instead of fiddling with the theme settings.
I consider grrrring. I keep typing instead. Last night, I went to sleep around 2 AM. I got up at 6:30. This is normal of late. I submitted a job application prior to the sleeping time, so that was something good. I need to organize the office closet, but I am typing here instead. Lured in by the promise of nifty new themes and follower counts in the thousands, I was seduced into pushing the save and apply button before I was ready to commit.
Today, I moved the baby peeper station out of the main coop. I am readying it to be a rooster haven if/when the little rascals start getting too hormonal before the baby peeper ladies are ready. Chickens are dusty creatures. After the coop, I moved on to topping up the potato plants. Since I planted corn too close to the taters, I am in constant danger of corn crushing as the new plants are about an inch tall. Yesterday, I noticed that the broccoli has already begun to broccify. Today, I found a baby artichoke on the plant that came back from last year’s garden. I’m afraid there is a rogue tomato plant over by the potatoes as well. It could be a weed though. If I dig it up and move it, I may well feel more than slightly foolish if it turns into a weed, and not a rogue tomato. On the other hand, if I do not move it, how will I know?
I have a third interview with Singapore tomorrow. I probably should have prepared today. The trouble is, if I am in Singapore, who will be here to tend the garden and make friends with the snakes who like to hide among the chives?
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.