Sunday, 15 October 2017
Monday, 9 October 2017
I knew I didn't want the plants THAT close together so I took out every other pod. This gives me about 2 inch spacing and that should do fine as long as I don't let them get out of control.
I had a pot of chives that had died and revived probably 5 times over the past year and I tossed out the plants to recycle the soil. There was only enough for gaps in one try so I'm seeing this as an experiment.
Tuesday, 3 October 2017
This morning while I was trying to decide how sick I was and if I really wanted to call in 90 minutes before my shift when I knew they wouldn't be able to find anyone that quickly that early, I had some negative self-talk.
Friday, 29 September 2017
Yes, that's 33 lists sorted into 8 categories. I haven't fleshed out any of the lists yet. That's a job for tomorrow. :-D
It may seem like I'm still a bit nuts but really, this is a lot less nuts than spinning my wheels making yet another savings plan to for a worst case scenario when we might wind up with a best case scenario. That, and this gives me a driving force to get the things I've been meaning to do (like go to the dentist and update my ID) finally done.
Sunday, 23 July 2017
2. Let it go and watch it till it floats out of sight.
3. If it hits the ground your wish won't come true.
Thursday, 20 July 2017
Once I get back with the day's eggs and milk about 8, either someone has made breakfast or I will make breakfast for us. After breakfast I wash the dishes and set out anything that needs doing for dinner like setting up a crock pot or defrosting meat.
Then I go out to take care of the plants. Whether it's planting seedlings, weeding, watering, or harvesting... doesn't matter. Whatever that plan is for that day. In the winter this part of the day will not be taken up by plants except for an hour or less for the greenhouse, that means winter is the time for indoor activities. Depending on the day, the afternoon might be spent visiting friends, running errands, planting more plants, or canning/freezing/drying the harvest.
We will still watch TV after dinner, but I do plan to have my hands busy at the same time, either shelling peas, knitting, or some other small task like laundry folding.
Around 8 pm I would retire somewhere quiet to journal and look at tomorrow's plan to make sure that I'm all set.
I'd be showered hair brushed teeth brushed and in bed by 10 p.m.
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This is course is a very full day. In the summertime there isn't as much required outside with the plants. There would be days for social activities, and also crafts and hobbies.
I want to be the person who takes some time every week to make a meal plan. That way I don't have to worry for the rest of the week about what is for dinner.
I want to be the person who keeps track of all sorts of things. I want to be the one who remembers when it's somebody's birthday and actually mails a card in time for it to get there.
I want to be the one who calls people up regularly just to see how they're doing. I want to be homemaker and a homesteader and I want my home to the be the place that the people I care about feel most cared for.
I want many things in my life to become routine so I actually have effort left to make the important decisions. Breakfast and lunch should be mostly automatic. What I put on for clothes should be mostly automatic. Getting ready for bed should not take thought.
This is the future I want for myself.
Enough structure to allow for spontaneity.
Enough responsibility to allow for play.
Enough security to allow for risk taking.
Sunday, 9 April 2017
Gonna have to say it's a tie between really, really good sex... and the satisfaction of eating food I actually grew from a seeds myself.
Saturday, 8 April 2017
Give less fucks.
Friday, 7 April 2017
(I know I could explain and that might be the point... but it's late and it's not that interesting.)
Wednesday, 5 April 2017
My favourite day of the week is Sunday because I've made it my favourite by filling it with people and activities I love.
Sunday is the day I don't work because I told them not to schedule me.
Sunday is the day I visit my mom three towns over.
Sunday is the day I sleep in and do absolutely nothing all day.
Sunday is the day I have friends over for board games or RPGs.
Sunday is the day I read an entire novel in one sitting.
Sunday is the day I spend all day cuddling with my sweethearts.
Pick a day.
Decide it's your favourite.
Then make it a day worthy of being your favorite.
Fresh cut grass is green and full of pain.
The air as the rain rolls in is full earth and trees.
The air after the rainstorm is fresh and new like an empty notebook.
Garden soil, freshly tilled and planted, is full of hope and security.
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
This is tough. Don't know if I'll hit five.
- Change purse(it has my bus tickets and spare hair ties in it)
- Shoes? (I'm assuming I'm going somewhere and not just a walk around he block)
Sunday, 2 April 2017
The best mornings involve waking up naturally with the sun and without an alarm next to HugSlut or Bard. After some sweet snuggles and whispered chatting I feed Franklin the cat and then brew some coffee. I then lounge on our reclining sofa to scroll social media and catch up on my game apps. After coffee, a nice hot shower, and dressing for the day, I make some bacon and eggs for breakfast. After a morning like that I'm set to face anything.
Of course most mornings look like being woken up 60 to 90 minutes before my alarm by a little orange bastard. After feeding the cat I go back to bed for the last precious hour, and wake to an alarm. No matter how nice a noise it makes its always jarring. I get up and get cleaned up and dressed for the day, then head out to catch my bus to work chugging a prepackaged breakfast shake. I'll have coffee at work.
A long time ago when I was about... 13? ... my siblings and I had to wait for the school bus each morning and it was very very boring. What's a big sister for if not to relieve the boredom?
There was a telephone pole near where we had to wait and the guideline that held it steady had one of those yellow plastic safety sheaths on it so you didn't walk face first into high tensile steel cable... and I managed to convince my brother it was a live hydro(electricity) wire.
I started by warning him away from it and when he was standing next to me I pointed out that some houses had the power sent to them underground and he didn't see any overhead wires going to the house behind us did he? That meant that their wires were underground and they put the yellow plastic on to warn you to stay away.
He was skeptical at first and just as I saw his face shift into accepting the possibility I gave him a hard shove toward the wire. 👿