Must be some kind of a milestone day to be able to write this the 100th blog post while basking in the 77 luscious degrees! It's also the first official week of the 2009 MLB season and I am in hopes of having a good run for the Ms. The O's cleaned the Yankees clock last night. That is poetic baseball beauty and we hope (don't we Richard) the best foretelling of a great season!!!
The house is quiet; better half gone to a school board meeting and daughter is with her boy. I better get used to this as life is going to be different when she goes to college.
My flower seeds I planted three days ago are percolating in their mini starter green house on the back deck. My date palm starts which began as seeds from a stop to a CA date fig farm are now 1 year old. Only 30 more years and I will have three bonafide trees growing their own!
I meant to hit the library and load up on reading material, but didnt. Maybe tomorrow.
I went to ride my bike; total front tire was flat and no patches for the tube. Maybe tomorrow.
I have only had 1 slice of celebration cake du jour each day since Sunday. Although there are three mini enticing layers lathered in butter frosting sitting on the counter, I have been good (BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I am trying my level Obsessive Compulsive best to not start a count down until my big kids and their significant others are here for their sister's graduation. Once I start the countdown, I wont be able to get it out of my head. So no start yet.
Only five days left until the 20 day appeal period is over for the lawsuit. Overwhelming odds are, no appeal. But the window of opportunity remains. I am holding my breath.
I just this second realized its Easter this weekend. The new bunny cake pan I got for 50cents at the local thrift store is going to be put to work about Saturday! I plan on making bunny cakes. That is true aspiration.
I just read that one year, dream mentorships through my favorite writing venue, Fishtrap, for a mere six grand, is being offered. If I start saving now, I will be able to have a professional writing coach at my disposal for 12 months about the time I am 60! That is a dream of dreams, that opportunity!
Everyone at work was finding reasons to be outside. I could hardly concentrate. And the worst is, all of my workload will come down to be done at the last second, very last dogpile second, all at once in about a week. And there is nothing I can do about it.
James and I spent the past three days concerned beyond worry about his only male child who seems to have taken good leave of all his senses. We are hoping he and his fantasic fiancee' who I think of as "beautiful A." can work out the issues that have festered for too long. We are pulling for you A. Son we would like to put a collective boot somewhere if it would do any good. Enough there.
Time to fold clothes and consider what's next.
I miss my big kids and can't wait to unwrap my Blackberry Storm tomorrow and see how truly and generationally inept I am. But I am willing to wade into technofrustration land in order to have better access to all parts of my life. TTFN
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