...it must be time to visit sheila. sheila's my little sister who lives with her family outside boston. it's a two-hour drive that i don't make a whole lot, mostly because i'm lazy and i love being here on the manor. (in my own defense, i have to say most people who come here understand completely why i don't like to leave.)
but since i'm without my able assistant sitter, baby jake and i are going on a road trip. my plan is to leave around 1030, arrive in time for lunch, stay a couple hours and hopefully be back on the road by 230 at the latest.
in other news, the rain last night has dissipated the stench next door...even my SIL - baby jake's daddy - was amazed when he came to pick up baby jake yesterday evening. how do you live with that, he wanted to know. by staying inside with the windows closed a lot, i replied. so far there've been no signs of riotous growth among the gardens, so it's still possible, potentially, for me to get a good jump on things. and with the rain and the chill, there's no painting happening.
my stepson, ethan, has found himself that rarest of commodities these days - a full-time job, complete with salary and benefits. he starts on his birthday. what a good karma day, i said to Beloved last night when he shared the news. ethan doesn't think so, answered Beloved. i can understand why...the life of a call-center wage-slave isn't a chain i'd willingly yoke around my neck, either. but when you're 25 and just starting out, however, and you're not sure what path you want to walk, a job you don't like can be quite theraputic, not to mention instructive.
i'm contemplating what to do with my flat slab of a mirror in my bathroom. any clever, crafty, artsy Gentle Readers with any thoughts... i beg you chime in.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.