Back to Work

The alarm went off at 5:30. Up to feed the cats, then back to bed for a 6:00 a.m. real get-up. The alarm went off, I opened up the front porch . . . and there were the deer playing in the cut oat field. I hadn't seen them since Tuesday night. The field being cut has changed their schedule. I thought it was a good sign to see them on my way back to work. (Get up at 6:00 a.m. during vacation???? Not on your tintype!) (I believe that's a quote from Music Man on "not on your tintype". I'm living in a different century, I think.)

Thursday I visited a friend who had had reductive surgery on her chest. Ouch! This seems like a lot of pain to go through, and of course I would need enhancement, not reduction, but wow. I don't think I would elect to do it. Any thoughts?

Friday I took Mom to lunch, then went shopping, so the urges for fine dining and shopping were satisfied on this vacation.

And Saturday and Sunday, well, I just enjoyed the farm. That is its own special magic.


From the barnyard

And Now the Last Day of Vacation

. . . and it's very quiet. I'm spending this morning on my front porch, reading Life's a Beach, by Claire Cook. It's a cool morning, but the porch is warm. The kitties are asleep, Sierra out on the porch with me, Snuzzles on his pad by the door. Every ten pages or so I go do a minor chore. I'm on the second load of wash. I probably still would have been in bed, but I could hear farmer Donny, who works the fields across from me, making hay in the hay field.

Okay, just finished the book. I had ordered it from Amazon because:

1. Any chick lit book with the word Beach in it grabs my attention.
2. It was touted as a good summer read.
3. It was by Claire Cook, who wrote the book Must Love Dogs, which was made into a 2005 movie starring John Cusack and Diane Lane. I liked the movie.

The book was the third I've read this week. I'm glad I saved it for last. It's about a 41-year-old sister and an almost 50-year-old sister, and how life works. It's a great book for those who don't have "perfectly planned" lives. I identified with the younger sister and there were some good points about "not deciding" is deciding. So if I appear more decisive in the future . . . nah, that's not going to happen.

So far . . .

this has been an interesting vacation. I've had a day trip of Grand Ledge area parks, a day trip to Lake Michigan, the Sears man came for my annual maintenance on my washer/dryer, the Verizon guy came to fix the jack in the dining room, I visited a friend who had had surgery, the assesor came (poor mum), the cats went to the vet, and I've worked in the yard some.

If I could do this for another 2-3 weeks I might get a little aught up.