Thursday, April 17, 2014

Rhubarb

The rhubarb is growing.

Fifteen years ago I bought a rhubarb plant but it never thrived, despite all that did I for it. Sun. Water. Fertilizer. Composite. Eventually it died.

Last year a Vermont neighbor was weeding her garden. On a walk, we offered our hellos from the street. Her reply was if you really want to be neighborly you can help me weed. We stopped. We paused. We weeded.

As we all enjoyed being neighbors and getting to know each other better, compliments to the rhubarb patch was made. Healthy. Great stalk. Beautiful bounty. Next thing we know we are heading home with bags full of some mighty fine roots.

Here is hoping a mighty root stalk will put forth a beautiful harvest.

Rhubarb is so much like life itself.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Where has the time gone?

Eleven months and counting at the new job. This repurposed and recycled thank you note was left on my desk last week. "Thank you for showing up." That is what I do; show up and pitch in.

Yesterday I was asked to modify a Microsoft Template. My answer, "I don't know how to do that but I'll figure it out and get back to you."

Researched the task last night. Will implement a course of action today.

It's a hokey card. It's a low paying job. I'll never get monetarily rich here, but my daughter will go to college. And I get back so much more for just showing up.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

So look who came to our house this afternoon.

Yes the fire department.

I went into the garage to get my bike for a ride and one of out 20 pound LP tanks was leaking via the safety valve. We called. They came and suggested we let it bleed out in the middle of the yard. So that is what we did. I will admit to being nervous. One fireman total me if it explodes it can travel a quarter mile. No backyard fire this evening. That's for sure.

My life is in throwback mode.

Those on Facebook know all about throwback Thursday, where members post old photos. I don't participate but I love to look at these old photos. And lately, with riding my bike to work, I feel my life is in throwback mode. For high school, when not on crutches, I would ride my bike to school. And in graduate school, again I would ride my bike to school/work.

What's happening? My work ethic is in hyper drive. With the same passion I attacked research I'm devouring work, stained glass, my girls, bike riding, my health, my life. Unfortunately... dusting is not making it on that list. With all this activity, I don't feel over 50... Instead I'm feeling closer to graduate school age. Is it possible? Is it real? It certainly is interesting.

Can we love something inanimate? For I certainly love my bike and all the warm and wonderful results that come from riding it.

Has anyone else noticed? My girls have. They are so cute and supportive. And thankfully, I'm able to fly under the radar at work. For even I know it is crazy to be an hourly part time worker, who goes in because there is something not finished. Attacking the task as if it were a research problem needing to be addressed. Getting deliverables mapped out and completed, quietly.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Life Meets Blogging

It's funny or maybe timely, when a real time conversation is reiterated in the blog world. A recent conversation with friends and a recent blog post by jeff noel both hit upon working to our potential and the judging of that potential.

Both, for different reasons, resulted in my once again contemplating my bigger life course changing decisions. In the past, when I'd question my path I'd google old friends and to find out they are tenured full professors, CEOs, CSOs, Directors and Vice Presidents. Fancy web pages list their honors and accomplishments. Amazing and quite wonderful actually. Blessings to them. And I am genuinely delighted for them.  

But to that end, I know I'm being the best me I can be. And that will have to do.

Four More Pieces

On Saturday when I worked on this project I broke two of the long pieces when I was attempting to cut them out. Last night they cut without a hitch. I'm thinking white for the two last long pieces and then the fitting.

Will the wolf disappear? Time will tell.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

A Dear Friend

Corporal Work of Mercy - Comfort the sick and dying.
(For some electronic reason this photo from last year was saved back onto my phone.) My dear friend Peaches. Matriarch of the farm. Thank you for allowing me to love you.

Monday, April 07, 2014

There And Back Again

The ride into and out of work went great. Thank God. We live on a very busy street but my timing worked out well. Was home in 16 minutes. Can't wait to ride again. It's the prefect way to decompress after work.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Tomorrow...

This is my blog post for tomorrow, Monday, April 7th. Tomorrow I'm riding my trusty bike to work. Leaving early to avoid traffic and to ease into the route. Wish us luck.

Saving the long ones for last

Who doesn't save the toughest pieces for the end?