Working…which gets harder as the weather gets nicer. One more month of full-time and then I get to work part-time for the summer. My boss is cool.
The scale inspector wasn’t able to come today, so it will probably be the week after next. The chix are ready to move out to pasture this weekend, but it’s been so cold here lately I’m not sure. Then again I remember having this same worry last spring and they were just fine. Still waiting on Wild Thing to have her calf.
Making…a huge list for our trip to the “big city” tomorrow night. We even got a babysitter! So it’s a big date night to Fleet Farm for us!
Listening…to “What I Got” by Sublime . Love this song, I’ve downloaded 3 different versions of it. And the part that really cracks me up is:
I don’t get angry when my mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
I guess because the picture of my mom doing that is just, well, not her. Lucky for me!
Snacking…Planter’s Dry Roasted Pistachios. They’re heart healthy! But I wake up in the night worrying that the squirrel who lives in our attic is going to somehow find his way into my office and raid my stash.
Thinking…about this quote, taken from a speech by Anna Quindlen.
“Nothing important, or meaningful, or beautiful, or interesting, or great ever came out of imitations. The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself…
Set aside what your friends expect, what your parents demand, what your acquaintances require… Then look, every day, at the choices you are making, and when you ask yourself why you are making them, find this answer: for me, for me. Because they are who and what I am, and mean to be…
If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all…
If you can bring to your children the self that you truly are, as opposed to some amalgam of manners and mannerisms, expectations and fears that you have acquired as a carapace along the way, you will give them, too, a great gift. You will teach them by example not to be terrorized by the narrow and parsimonious expectations of the world, a world that often likes to color within the lines when a spray of paint, a scrawl of crayon, is what is truly wanted.”
You can read the full text of this speech here.