So I went with the summer re-run posts because my thoughts have been, well, disjointed lately and they still kinda are, so most likely, this post will be disjointed, too.
But anyway, remember how, when Tom was laid off and home 24/7, I wished and prayed he'd go someplace, anyplace, so I could play Suzy Homemaker at least occasionally?
Well, be careful of what you wish for. Man, he's never home now. Nearly never. He's been working something like 70+ hours a week (one day he worked 18), leaving the house morning or noon or late night, and I have to practically beg him to take a day off. It's all the training, all this learning new things so he'll be ready to run the plant by this Friday. Gah. And the craziness won't stop then, for he still plans to get additional training on his days off, even after he's running the place.
(And no, he's not having an affair. heh. We already discussed how it's a good thing that I trust him.)
The good thing is that he's enjoying 90% of this and feels revitalized by it all. So of course, that makes me sound like a wretched old hag when I complain about his always being gone. I told him this morning that he'd better be quite thankful that Netflix has 6 seasons of Bones, because Temperance and Seely have been getting me through this Season Of The Missing Husband. (Remember how I needed another tv series to watch? Well, I've been happy with Bones, a show I'd seen now and then, but had never watched consecutively as I am now.)
This season, too, shall pass.... This season, too, shall pass...
So, well, Life and the lessons go on (and on) and I remind myself to knock-off the complaining, lest the discontent enter into my heart--because once there--I'll be sunk. Well, mostly sunk. And there's plenty of negativity going on everywhere I look and do we all need one more Whiny Complainer? Uh, no. Besides, what's there really to complain about? I've got Jesus and Daniel and Sammy around here and they make everything just right.
(See that little frog, above? Got him for pennies at Rite Aid when I walked there one day. Love how he always greets me outside.)
And see the cup hooks holding my tomato plants up? I needed something when they began falling over. They're not doing as terrific as they could because the sun shifts around a lot over there, though it's a true southern exposure, and of course, first year gardens are not known for their bounty, either. And yet? Always, I've viewed my gardens as experiments and ways to learn what works and what does not. And we all need those types of things so that we'll keep growing and not turn into Pudgy Ol' Sticks-In-The-Mud With Baby-like Tendencies. Never try new things, never grow. That's what I say, anyway.
See, I told you this would be disjointed, but oh well. There you go!
Live and laugh and learn today along with me, ok?
Oh, and here's our kitchen after I moved our 'island' to the wall. I like the look of the kitchen better with it in the center, but the feel is nicer with that extra, open space. I sit in Tom's recliner, watching Bones and feeling happy about that simple kitchen of ours (which looks better in-person, as do all my photos!).
"And be ye thankful..."