Seth and I took a last minute drive to the coast to visit one of the two colleges he is choosing from. We left Thursday around noon and arrived at our destination 6 hours later. It would have been 4 had it not been for a HUGE accident that stopped traffic. Completely. Seth found us an alternate route that, although a bit scary for this mom, got us around the wreck and to a much needed Starbuck's. With coffee in hand we were ready to take on the rest of our drive.
Once we got into town we found our hotel, checked in and freshened up a bit. We ate dinner at a mexican food place across from the hotel then took a night drive around town. Then decided it was time for a good night's sleep. It had been a long day.
In the morning Seth met up with a classmate from last year that is currently attending the college for a dorm tour. (He gave it a thumb's up.)Then we headed to our scheduled group tour at 11:10. The tour was about 90 minutes and very informative. We both really liked what we saw and heard.
After the tour we were hungry and decided to grab a sandwich and head to a nearby beach to eat lunch. We ended up finding a little deli inside a fishing shack where we ordered a turkey avocado sandwich (for me) and a burger (for him) along with a couple iced teas. To go, of course. We found an easy access to the beach, grabbed a blanket from the back seat and headed out to the sand to eat.
The weather was perfect...warm and sunny with a cool ocean breeze. The waves were gently crashing (can they crash gently?) onto the shore...I love that sound. I always forget just how much.
After we were done we sat and enjoyed the sun for a bit then decided we'd better hit the road and head home. We had a long drive ahead of us.
Now the time has come to decide which college he will go to. I can't believe it.
“Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived...Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation... Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.” -Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
Whew! What a week! I worked extra hours (and will again for the next two weeks) that was basically the equivalent of a full-time job. I worked my own job in the morning, took a lunch break and then covered the front desk in the afternoon. Which turned out to be a great experience since I applied for that job last week, interviewed for it on Thursday and was offered it Friday morning!
Of course I said YES as it is the job I've been working towards since I began pursuing a job at the school district five years ago...7 hours per day, 5 days a week and health benefits. Perfect. I start August 1st at the start of the new school year. I am beyond excited...and so blessed and grateful.
Working full-time took a toll on the ol' blog life, I must say. I'll have to figure out how to fit it all in come August. And I will...I have no doubt.
The weather is turning...or at least trying to. It was so windy last week...and cold. Then it warmed up yesterday...and is supposed to be in the high 80's next week. That's our weather for ya...slightly schizo. And as usual, I'm not ready for it...I never am. But summer comes regardless so I make the best of it with the garden.
Speaking of which...I got our five tomato plants in the ground last weekend. This weekend I'll get the peppers planted and maybe some bean seeds. (Do I have bean seeds? I better double check!) The seedlings are coming along nicely in the mini greenhouse. Although I think I may have lost the lettuce sprouts when I forgot to water on one of the hotter days...dangit.
So it's beautiful today...the windows are open, the fans are going, and I'm going to get outside in a bit to tidy up the chicken coop. Weekends sure become a lot more valuable when you work a good, long week.
How precious is your unfailing love, O God! All humanity finds shelter in the shadow of your wings. You feed them from the abundance of your own house, letting them drink from your river of delights. For you are the fountain of life, the light by which we see.
I have never read this scripture before.
I came across it this morning and now it's a new favorite.
Chris and I bought this little mini greenhouse at the end of summer last year. I'd been wanting one for quite some time so I was so excited when it went on sale!
It's been in the box all winter but the other day Ian got it all set up for me. Isn't it cute!? I love it. And I can't wait to fill it up with seedlings.
So. I have the mini-greenhouse. Now I need some containers. I don't want to spend money on seed starting trays so I'm going to get creative. I have a couple nursery flats and lots of little plastic pots that I've saved. I may even have some of those peat pots that expand in moisture...somewhere. I will also use egg shells since we have plenty of those. In the meantime I will save toilet paper and paper towel rolls, newspaper, yogurt cups and whatever else might work to hold a baby seedling or two.
I took some time yesterday to walk around the very messy garden to get an idea of the work that needs to be done before we can plant. It's amazing how the weeds take over, isn't it? Man, they came from out of nowhere!
After a quick survey this is where we're at...weeds need to be pulled stat, compost needs to be tilled in, simple planter boxes need to be built (think raised bed, only not totally raised...are you picking up what I'm laying down? I'll explain more another time...it's sort of an experiment at this point) and plants that survived the winter (parsley and thyme) need to be tidied up so room can be made to plant lettuce in that same planter.
Then I just need to settle on a layout of what to plant where and commit. Isn't that always the most difficult part? What to plant where? Maybe it's just the quandary of a small-space gardener...wanting to make sure I get the highest yield in the space available. Every year is a learning experience, though, isn't it? The garden is always evolving.
Oh and thank goodness for Pinterest! I pinned some great gardening inspiration.
I would love to do this. (And we have brick piled up just waiting to be turned into something lovely.)
Ian said he'd make me one of these...we need all the pollinators we can get.
And I think we'll see if we can't just make our own ladybug feeder...looks easy enough, doesn't it?
I also came across some more helpful information...
Hey, guess what? It's raining today. It started sometime in the night...I know because I woke up about a million times. OK...more like four times. But still.
I had a hard time going back to sleep each time...but since the bedroom window was open a bit I could hear the rain coming down. It made insomnia a bit more tolerable.
I took this picture last week while passing through Oakland heading to San Francisco with my mom. She and I met a friend of hers for dinner and a show. We saw Jersey Boys and it was WONDERFUL. I loved it so, so much and was so sad when it ended. I could have watched more! It was a great night...thanks Mom!
Today is feeling a little weird for some reason. Maybe because I am going to a much-anticipated tax appointment this afternoon? I feel a bit out of sorts... like I'm on hold. It'll be nice to get taxes done and out of the way.
In the meantime I will wash clothes, vacuum floors and figure something out for dinner tonight. I'm thinking it's a clam chowder kind of night what with the rain and all...
11 Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, 12 so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.
-1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
prompted me to take gardening more seriously
encouraged me to learn how to can and preserve food
encouraged me to learn to be more self-sufficient
gave me the courage to get backyard chickens
opened my eyes to realize how dependent we were becoming
encouraged me to simplify
reminded me that we are capable of doing a lot with a little
God's word is amazing.
It is powerful.
It gives life.
It directs our steps and calms our fears.
God's word is the manual for this thing we call life.
Came across another old post that was never published.
It's about living with depression.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I've felt it coming for a few weeks...the undercurrent is unmistakable. It's a feeling I can't quite describe...
Unnerved. Unsettled. Discontent.
Out of place.
Internal....if that even makes any sense.
It shows up in unexpected places...walking circles around me...sizing me up...glancing at me sideways...baiting me...slowly moving closer and closer.
I see it coming...that black pit.
And sometimes...I slip in.
I've been fighting it pretty well...staving it off as I've learned to do. Keeping it at arms length...looking the other way...figuring if I ignored it long enough it would go away.
I guess I should know by now that technique never works.
Depression is a persisten bugger.
I lived at its mercy for a long time.
But not anymore.
I have power over depression...
...so do you.
We all do.
I don't write this for attention...or so anyone worries.
I write this because it's therapeutic.
And because I've learned that my story helps others.
So...here it is.
Here I am.
And a little undone.
I don't know...sometimes I think it's gone for good. That I've overcome it. That God has healed me.
But then there it is...again. My thorn...maybe?
Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me.9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
But even as I write I feel God's presence...and His peace...letting me know I am not alone.
Reminding me that there is a reason...that He knows what He is doing...and that He trusts me to walk this walk, knowing I am willing to clear the path for others. Maybe they won't have to stumble...
I don't know.
One thing I do know...this too shall pass. It always does.
And because I have learned to live with depression and use the tools God has given me to fight it every day, it passes quicker each time.
I don't believe in April Fool's Day. And I'm not kidding.
This isn't necessarily just about April...but being the 1st reminded me that I never like to turn the calendar page to the next month...so my calendars typically stay on the last month for at least a week into the new month. No wonder I'm always feeling behind!
I was born in April.
My mom was born in April.
We were both born on April 11th.
I love sharing a birthday with my mama.
My Papa Chuck was born on April 4th. I will be thinking of him a little extra this coming Thursday.
Whenever April rolls around I realize that I didn't plant seedlings and am, yet again, getting a late start on planting the garden. Good thing my family doesn't rely on my ability to grow food for their survival.
I love having a birthday in April...my birthstone is a diamond.
11 Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, 12 so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody. -1 Thessalonians 4:11-12