Everything else is thriving in spite of me

When I weeded in the dark a few nights ago, I did tear out some fledgling raspberry bushes; they truly looked like weeds that were not only yellowed, withered and put out of their misery, but old and lost. But other than that mis-pull, thanks to stepdaughter, we are done in the backyard. She helped the old people in the hot sun unload bark and compost, and lay it all down for us. I have 4 bags left to sprinkle about, a little painting on my garage door sun figure then food.
Its heading for the 90s today; the watering is done; the laundry is caught up; errands this morning should getter done! Carpets to shampoo, front porch to paint, cooking starts tonight. Oldest daughter and her beau are flying out of SF for PDX tonight; we will see them Sat! They are riding in with son and his gf from PDX. I am pretty sure I will be very overwhelmed with it all, when you add all the families, college roommates, Alexa's friends, our friends, and co-workers. Quite the hoedown.
Baccalaureate came last night on the heels of an 11 hour work day. I was dripping with sweat all day from the hot and cold air conditioning at work coupled with middle age plus---new medicine combination and had time to only come home, take a "spit bath" and run up to the church. As with many of the mandatory functions for my kids over the years, I found myself to the point of so close to too tired to appreciate the moment. And again, as with many of the same functions, I found myself letting go of work and life things and leaning, relaxing into the program. I enjoyed the new age church hymns, but most of all, watching my youngest daughter's face as she walked into the church in her cap and gown: she looked tentative and a little slouchy. When she left, holding her small lit candle, she was standing up straight with more purpose it seemed--and her eyes were a little weepy: so were her mom's.
The program almost lasted too long, but at the exact moment it needed to end, it did.
I am gratefully off work until next Wed. I plan to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.....
TTFN

Memorial Weekend--no rest, I am clearly the wicked-est

The last $400 later, think the yard is as done as its going to be--for now. The fingers are raw; for an office mite, I have aches in all and some new joints and am a limp walking ancient, blisters, totally freckled and sunburned. But the end result, magnificence, if you are a black thumb with green thumb dreams--all before June. These past weeks= happiness and real accomplishment. I like the idea of being done with have to's before summer starts.
Have a truckload of azaleas, mini roses and rhodies to plant, cover in bark today. Then will be mostly done. Carpet shampooing and then tweaking the minor things, nail up this, move that to the garage.
Need to make the blueprint where food and drink and shade and tables will go for the soiree next Sat. Got helium tank and balloons for the decor, along with AK grandma and pa's decor contributions, should be sweet. Know a trip to the $1 store is in order too. Found the hard to find taboli for salad; got room reservations for kids, most of food bought. Will start cooking Thursday night. Kids and other famil coming in Sat. FUN!!!!!!!!! Graduation proper is 2pm Sunday!

Planting in the Dark

8 days until kids and guests start arriving for the graduation soiree and on that day, I truly hope we have done all we can to make our home and backyard hospitable and presentable. Planted flowers in the dark; hoping I was pulling weeds and nothing pertinent last night. Afraid to look this morning, but thinking nothing but positive thoughts.
It's Friday and I am ready for it and the excellent 80+ temps.
More soon, TTFN

Behind

Trying to figure out time. Not enough ever to get through one days list!

OK so I am off the rant

I reread my last blog and saw it was full of rant and no tact. I feel bad now altho the boss doesnt know I blog or would never ask, care or read me...nonetheless, I will try to bigger not smaller...so noted Richard....:) and thanks.
OK its well past my old lady bedtime ..nearing 11:30. Just finished second coating the living room; new paint after tearing out the old rug and pulling up piles of staples from the carpet pad...beneath it all is some fantastic red oak some 60 years old and in very excellent condition. The walls went from white on white on white to soft yellow...just enough to add color. The entire house is shredded except the back room which my brother and hubby beautified last week and the nearly empty living room. Floors are getting sanded tomorrow then coated with seal. Then furniture moved back in courtesy of our best of the best friends' sons...who are made out of bricks strong.
Much more but exhausted--

I miss my writing I miss my writing I miss my writing

I miss writing for a living; I miss writing; I miss it. I miss it more each day that I do not have the opportunity to put one word to paper at work. I miss it. After so many decades of sitting down and putting brain to the paper, I miss it.

This week, so far, on the govt job its quite the silly dance.

Lots of micromanaging; boss with Adult ADD who cant seem to finish a two minute segment of time and complete his thought--in his defense, he is incredibly and unrealistically buried. All of my department's work sits in a pile on his desk, while we wait for blessings or assignments. Lots of hyper activity relating to Stimulus stuff. I hate politics, wastefulness, pettiness and dogpiling on the low man or woman on the food chain.

I see everyone walking on egg shells and looking to blame someone else.

The boss started to speech on us about becoming more vigilant and I pushed back. I think circling the wagons and supporting each other all the more, is the better tact. I said plenty and then some--then capped it off with a nightcap of a note with a few more summary thoughts.

I just dont care. Organizationally, its insanity.

The good news is, after all this week's silliness, the boss and bigger boss are gone to the nation's capitol for a spell and all of us worker bees can get off the merry go around. Hate it.

On a finer note, our new pergo hardwood floor is in. Its stunning. Beautiful so transforming. My youngest brother and husband made it happen. I am wishing for a pile of cash to keep going!

The dish pan calls...therefore....TTFN