Pioneer Week:Summary

The week went swimmingly well. I occupied my time quilting and crocheting and working in the gardens. I pruned trees, raked leaves, and managed the compost all with manual tools. It was a satisfying week all in all. How's that for a brief summary?

In other news:
The big news is that I've been hired part-time at the public library...a book lover's dream. It was actually my first job as a teenager and now I've come full circle back to it. I'm also very pleased that it is within biking distance and a relatively safe course for riding. I will try that out after I get a feel for the job and schedule and such.

83 Days and Counting

Still 83 more days of work...last week was marginally better, semi-acceptable, but I still don't want to go. The Candy Countdown jar has just the tiniest bit of space at the top, but you can't see it. I really need to see it coming down. It is comforting though to see that this is the last week of January, leaving only four months and a few days of work.

Days like today make going to work on Monday even more brutal. It was amazing, warm and breezy. A perfect day. I put three loads of laundry on the line and my new undies looked so happy flapping in the breeze. Even that lifted my spirits. I spent several hours trimming trees and grapevines and such. Just clipping and thinking and enjoying the sun and wind. When I got tired of that I took the dogs for a spin around the neighborhood, about a mile walk. Lovely.

Now that the sun is getting low in the sky and I am showered and thinking about dinner, I can't help the feeling of dread that seems to creep in on Sunday nights. I know that I have to go to work tomorrow. I know there are just a few more hours of freedom. I know that it pisses me off that I get two amazing days only after working for five shit-days. Ug!

88 more days of work

88 more days to work, 88 pieces of candy. My mom came up with this genius way to countdown the days until I quit my job. I am very visual and needed something I could see and touch, the calendar with the days marked just wasn't doing it for me. The jar is completely packed full, jammed. I don't think that feels very good....I will be happier when the jar is visibly more empty than full...which is how this lousy job makes me feel, more empty than full.

I had to work today, no students since it was the MLK holiday. Even without students, I was sick to my stomach just being there. I can hardly even muster a smile.