Saturday, April 26, 2008
I wonder if I'll finish...
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this post. I've started several posts over the last month and none ever saw the "add new entry" button. I've had a lot on my mind, but it all seemed so trivial. I know that I post more for myself and anyone else, just to get out my own flusters and blusters...and yet...I know that a few people read my ramblings. So in that light...I'm giving it another go. I haven't planted a darned thing. Yep, that's right. We're in the middle of an economical meltdown and food shortages are on the horizon...yet I've planted... NOTHING. I'm using the bizarre weather we've had as an excuse. We hardly ever see snow past January and even less past February. It snowed just a few days shy of April and again on April 19th. Freezing nights. Uhm...someone obviously forgot that our last frost date has long since passed. So knock it off already! ok? I know I have to get off my duff and get some thing done soon, before it's too late. I will. *cough*cough*. I think I'm coming down with something. Yea. That's it. Okay, so my husband did find a job finally. A good one at that. He's working through a contractor with the possibility of permanent status with the company he's working with now. *fingers crossed*. That was a big relief. We would have never made it through this month. No way, no how. It would have been the beginning of the end for sure. But we made it. We're getting caught up, slow but sure, with the credit card companies and we'll have them paid off as soon as we can. Never to play with that deck of cards again. Sure, we'll keep a few *FOR EMERGENCIES* but we're canceling the ones that caused us the most pain and financial damage during our crisis. Word to the wise my friends...never do business with Capitol One. In other news, after two years of asking, I was finally offered full time at my job. Which I snapped up without hesitation. I think they were surprised, too. My fibromyalgia can be quite devastating at times and they know it, but I love my job and my career, so I deal with it. I suspect they thought I would decline. I know they wish I worked evening hours and was more available for extra days, but the truth is, if I don't get to bed by a certain time and I don't have at the very least two days off in a row, I'm not going to be able to work at all. Plain and simple. Fibro sucks. I lost my last pet rat. No more rat boys. No more rats for me. I'm done with them and ferrets. These two ferrets are my last. Their lives are simply too short. They break my heart. I'm sticking with the birds and the dogs. Yea, I know dogs don't live long enough either, but that's ok. I have so much I need to get done before winter and I don't just mean the gardening. I need to work on the rest of the hides I have in my freezer so that I can get it cleared out for my next project, which is going to be filling it with various poultry/fowl that I raise. I want the freezer full of birds. At least 2 dozen quail, 3 turkeys, a couple of pheasants, guinea hens and if I'm lucky some grouse. I'm probably going to pick up a dozen cornish crosses (meat chickens) to fatten up for the freezer as well. That should get us through the winter ok. I'd also like to get started on some knitting projects for holiday gifting, but we'll see. Oh yea, the fiber thing is real. True love. I enjoy knitting socks. I love spinning. I still suck at the spinning, but I think I'm getting pretty good at the knitting part. My next project is going to be the Ice Queen, I have to have the perfect skien of handspun though and I know the perfect person to do the spinning...cuz it sure ain't gonna be me! LOL I've already talked to her about it, I just need to make a decision on the color I think is where we left off. There's still one artsy crafty thing I've been longing to try...and I just have a gut feeling about it being something I'll actually excel at with practice. I so want to throw pottery. It's been in my bones...kind of an aching in my soul. I loved working with clay when I was a child and even as a teen. My parents often bought me clay for during the holidays to work with, up until I was an adult. They have pictures of my projects even 40 years later. I love clay and this coming from someone who hates getting her hands dirty. Yes..it's a bizarre thing I have, I don't like dirt on my hands. I wear gloves when I garden. If I get goo or anything on my hands I have to G-E-T I-T O-F-F. I'm not a compulsive hand washer, I just don't do well with yuck on my hands. Anyway...sometimes I dream about pottery throwing. I'm hoping it will be like when I finally started painting with oils...it was like a releasing something inside, it was wonderful...and I was good at it. Someday...but pottery classes right now are too expensive. There's even a place local to me that teaches it. See what happens, I start typing like a monkey chattering in a tree. I need to stop now. Thank you to each and every individual that was so supportive of my husband and I during our financial crisis. I wouldn't have made it to today without your support. |
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Sunday, April 27, 2008 - Good to see ya posting ...
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Posted by Kim!