The Joys
Well, hello. I've missed you. I'm sorry I left you - it doesn't mean I don't love you.
I've not really been up to anything in particular - I've just been doing things. The kind of things I could do easily at any time of day if I didn't have to sit at a desk looking busy for 8 hours a day. Like cleaning my house, co-ordinating the wedding plans*, cooking a batch of fajitas of which the Boy ate so many he nearly made himself sick, and, let's be honest, sitting on my arse watching DVD's.
*Which at the moment seems to involve various people saying 'have you thought of this' or 'what are you going to do about that?' and then leaving me to sort out the actual doing side of things.
Maybe it's because spring is in the air, but I'm feeling quite restless at the moment. I feel kind of... cramped. My job is ok, it pays the bills, but it doesn't exactly set the heather alight. I love our house, I feel like I've lived there for years, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love a big house in the country. I love my cats, but I am desperate to get a dog.
In short, I just feel unsettled.
I have no reason to be unhappy - and I'm not, at all, I know how lucky I am to have what I have - I suppose it boils down to the fact that I wish I could find a more fulfilling job.
I'd love to be a writer, but I have terrible trouble extracting the little straggly bits of stories that float around in the dark emptiness of my brain, and putting them down on paper. I love animals, but there's no way I could work with them because I'm allergic to most of our furry friends (and I think I'd have a breakdown if I ever had to put one down). I'd like to be my own boss but I have no skills that I could easily utilise, and no money to start a business. Roll on the sweaty listlessness of summer, when I can just be glad that I don't work in the kitchen at McDonald's.
In other news, I've also taken my first shaky steps on the road to becoming green fingered.
Behold, the first installment of Carrot Watch 2007:
These will hopefully become my first crop of home-grown vegetables.
I may have run out of compost by the time I got to the second tray, and I may only have a watering can in the shape of a pink elephant with googly eyes, but I am determined to produce something. Even if it's only one carrot, it's something to build on. Of course, if I only yield one carrot per crop it's going to be a long time till dinner.
I've not really been up to anything in particular - I've just been doing things. The kind of things I could do easily at any time of day if I didn't have to sit at a desk looking busy for 8 hours a day. Like cleaning my house, co-ordinating the wedding plans*, cooking a batch of fajitas of which the Boy ate so many he nearly made himself sick, and, let's be honest, sitting on my arse watching DVD's.
*Which at the moment seems to involve various people saying 'have you thought of this' or 'what are you going to do about that?' and then leaving me to sort out the actual doing side of things.
Maybe it's because spring is in the air, but I'm feeling quite restless at the moment. I feel kind of... cramped. My job is ok, it pays the bills, but it doesn't exactly set the heather alight. I love our house, I feel like I've lived there for years, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love a big house in the country. I love my cats, but I am desperate to get a dog.
In short, I just feel unsettled.
I have no reason to be unhappy - and I'm not, at all, I know how lucky I am to have what I have - I suppose it boils down to the fact that I wish I could find a more fulfilling job.
I'd love to be a writer, but I have terrible trouble extracting the little straggly bits of stories that float around in the dark emptiness of my brain, and putting them down on paper. I love animals, but there's no way I could work with them because I'm allergic to most of our furry friends (and I think I'd have a breakdown if I ever had to put one down). I'd like to be my own boss but I have no skills that I could easily utilise, and no money to start a business. Roll on the sweaty listlessness of summer, when I can just be glad that I don't work in the kitchen at McDonald's.
In other news, I've also taken my first shaky steps on the road to becoming green fingered.
Behold, the first installment of Carrot Watch 2007:
These will hopefully become my first crop of home-grown vegetables.I may have run out of compost by the time I got to the second tray, and I may only have a watering can in the shape of a pink elephant with googly eyes, but I am determined to produce something. Even if it's only one carrot, it's something to build on. Of course, if I only yield one carrot per crop it's going to be a long time till dinner.
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Blame it on the pesky devil that is spring. Makes you believe anything is possible. Which it is, but it requires effort. Either gotta bottle the effort or write it off as just a phase. And if you decide to go for it then maybe best to wait until AFTER the Wedding.
Well done on the carrots though. Adding them to the Wedding menu?
Lazy watering tip - In the morning leave 2 ice cubes on each tray. During the day they melt and save you forgetting. Right back to studying Blue Peter now.
(and you only need 1 carrot......per snowman)
That's pretty much how I've been feeling of late. Nothing's wrong, per se, I just feel unsettled. A new job with a lot more money would help, but what?
What's wrong with the garden behind the pots, you could get potatos, carrots, peas and all sorts in there I'm sure?
Teeny horticulturalist for the next job?
Queenie - yes I think I'll just settle for having a bit of a spring clean! Unfortunately I don't hold out much hope for my carrots. But we shall see.
Goth - Thanks for the tip. What if you forget the ice cubes though...?!
Cat - It must be the time of year, making everyone restless. Well that and shitty jobs and not enough cash.
James - You're probably right, but I can barely sustain a houseplant so I figured I'd start small. One day though. The Good Life here I come... I'll be keeping chickens this time next year.
I'll check with my mum, 'cause she knows this stuff, but I think the garden would be easier. Pots require lots more watering I think.
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