| Mrs. Blan ( @ 2008-06-12 10:35:00 |
Disjointed Stuff.
Today's productivity so far includes eating the rest of yesterday's cherry purchase, and they were pretty delicious. I'll go out and put some basil and thyme and hot peppers in the ground in a bit. We weeded the peas & beans yesterday. They're growing like mad. In the evening, after several hours in the car, delivering books to US Cellular Field for a big corporate order (I was glad to have the White Sox fan with me, as I don't know that part of town well), we ate stuffed peppers and went for a walk and watched the first segment of John Adams. I adore that Laura Linney as Abigail Adams. Or maybe I just adore Abigail Adams, so wise.
I am reading rural life blogs more and more lately, living vicariously. The suburbs wouldn't be so bad if there were a grocery within walking distance. I don't know. I just need to be out more on my feet, walking around, not driving. Though my commute is fairly short, driving to and from work every day is just monotonous. If I don't squeeze in a walk, I feel uninspired, robotic.
I have the weekend off. My boss's wedding is Saturday, and I have Sunday to play as well. Then we go to Springfield the following weekend. I would like to drive up for a visit in Wisconsin, too, but damn that gas! We shall see.
In less than four weeks, we'll be in Maine!
Today's productivity so far includes eating the rest of yesterday's cherry purchase, and they were pretty delicious. I'll go out and put some basil and thyme and hot peppers in the ground in a bit. We weeded the peas & beans yesterday. They're growing like mad. In the evening, after several hours in the car, delivering books to US Cellular Field for a big corporate order (I was glad to have the White Sox fan with me, as I don't know that part of town well), we ate stuffed peppers and went for a walk and watched the first segment of John Adams. I adore that Laura Linney as Abigail Adams. Or maybe I just adore Abigail Adams, so wise.
I am reading rural life blogs more and more lately, living vicariously. The suburbs wouldn't be so bad if there were a grocery within walking distance. I don't know. I just need to be out more on my feet, walking around, not driving. Though my commute is fairly short, driving to and from work every day is just monotonous. If I don't squeeze in a walk, I feel uninspired, robotic.
I have the weekend off. My boss's wedding is Saturday, and I have Sunday to play as well. Then we go to Springfield the following weekend. I would like to drive up for a visit in Wisconsin, too, but damn that gas! We shall see.
In less than four weeks, we'll be in Maine!