Garden, day 1

I finally got the garden planted. It's been a cool, wet spring, and while there were days earlier that I could have gotten it in, it seemed like it was still a little cool at night.

At least, that's what I told myself. We don't want to chill the poor little darlings, after all.

This morning, I woke up at 2 a.m. wondering when I'd last watered my seedlings. It had been a while, as it turns out. I splashed some water on them and went back to bed. When I got up for real, they looked happier. Since the forecast was dry, at least until tonight, I went forth and planted. I only put out a dozen tomatoes and ten green peppers. I have a few more seedlings to put in pots. Last year we had overcrowding problems. This year I made sure to leave walk-ways so I can get to my harvest without having to pick my way through. I have landscaping rock sitting around doing nothing, and I'm thinking about actually moving some to my paths. I have some silly notion that it will help keep the weeds down.

Next year the plan is to make it bigger. I have a small tree next to my garden that really needed to come out this year, and we didn't get to it. Once that's out of the way, I can double the size. Maybe then I can grow something in addition to tomatoes and peppers.

Here's what we look like the afternoon of day 1:

It's Thursday. Woooooo.

I'm tired, but the sun is up, so there's no point trying to sleep. I was out of town two weeks in a row, and came back to a busy week of church prep. Our first preview service is this Sunday, and there have been a lot of details to attend. It's simultaneously exciting and exhausting.

I'm almost done with the fro yo shop. I'm training my successor to do paperwork tomorrow. My boss is supposed to be there so they can work out logistics of getting things done, and I'm interviewing more people for the summer. I have a college student coming back, and a high school student leaving. I'd like to say tomorrow will be my last day, but I don't know. I gave my boss until June 1, which shook out to 6 weeks' notice, so I can walk away guilt-free. It's been years, decades maybe, since I've walked away from a job without moving or the business closing.

I haven't worked on the book in weeks. I've done blog posts. That's it. I hope to get back into it today, but I don't know if I will. My brain is foggy despite taking the appropriate supplements and eating real food. Based solely on numbers, I've gotten enough sleep. I'll try taking a walk in a bit to see if that helps. Maybe I should curl up with a book. Or do some garden prep while it's not raining. There are some Hulu shows I'd like to catch up on, but I don't know that sitting in front of the TV all day is going to help. If I'm as over-stimulated as I think, that's not what I need to do.

I thinking living in an urban area isn't ideal for me. The first morning I woke up at Mom's, before I opened my eyes, I thought, "It's soooo quiet!" I miss quiet. Even when I'm home alone there's ambient city noise. It kind of sucks because we both have jobs here we really like and at least 15 years until retirement.

The good news in all of this is things are finally slowing down. I have almost everything ready to go for Sunday. After that I'll have one staff meeting a week, and no more than two weeks left in my fro yo shop commitment. I'm getting room to breathe again. Finally.