Friday, July 27, 2012
Another two weeks has gone by since my last blog. I keep hoping to get back on a more regular schedule but somehow everyday life keeps getting in the way.
Work is going wonderful and every day I enjoy my new job more (3rd month anniversary is Monday). I am amazed at how much I have learned in that time – even some accounting practices. I have always enjoyed math but accounting is a whole different animal. Won’t be hired as an accountant any time soon but now can do requisitions and justifications. So glad that training is behind me. The next training on tap for me will be learning the card-keying system for our facility so that I can manage it once it is implemented. Next week I am going to try and remember my camera so I can share pictures of the beautiful grounds on which I get to work five days a week.
On Monday we will finally be able to say goodbye to my Godmother, who was killed in a car accident on May 21. My Godfather was released from the hospital two weeks ago (he is not able to be alone at home yet and is staying with his brother and sister-in-law) and has been able to help in the planning of the service. It will be a tough day but good to finally have some closure.
I am finally settling into a new exercise routine. Rather than two 2+ miles walks each day, I now take one long one – usually after 9 p.m. when the heat and humidity go down. Being in Northern Minnesota I am often asked if the mosquitoes try and carry me away at that time. As long as I keep moving they don’t bother me, but heaven forbid if I stop! I did have to cut my walk short Wednesday night. I was a little over a mile from home when I looked to the northwest and saw some nasty clouds. Decided to head back home and was in the door less than 10 minutes when all of a sudden the wind came up, the rain started and small hail was hitting my windows. When I looked outside the rain was almost coming straight across – so glad I made the decision to come back home. Mowing is also a good workout during the summer months – I have five city lots so it takes a while and I work up quite a sweat.
My plans for this summer included a bit more gardening than I have done but Mother Nature hasn’t been overly cooperative. I am grateful that she has allowed me time to keep up with the mowing without having to borrow a tractor from work (not that I would have a clue how to operate one). Fortunately with this new job (a horticulture and beef cattle experiment station) I have gardening experts at my disposal and have asked many questions about soil, best times to transplant and best varieties for our area. My plan is to convert two sand boxes into vegetable gardens, plant some raspberry bushes and more ornamental annual shrubs and trees in my yard. By next summer I should have some pretty awesome gardens and landscape!
By getting back into the dating scene I am quickly learning how true the phrase “you have to kiss a lot of frogs” is. The one whose ex-wife I so closely resembled just couldn’t get past the hurt she had caused him and seeing so much of her in me was just too much for him. And then I realized that I would often wonder if it was me he was seeing or her.
This past Saturday a man I had been emailing and talking with on the phone called to say he was in the area and would like to stop by. I was hesitant because my youngest son, a great-niece and two great-nephews were over but then said it would be okay. I knew that he was friends with our local police chief and former sheriff, who are also good friends of mine, as well as both of us knowing several other people whose opinions I trust. He pulled up on a Harley Davidson motorcycle (after a day-long ride to raise funds for Autism) wearing his club’s colors, with windblown hair and a rebel-flag bandanna tied around his head. As he walked up the sidewalk my great-niece said “he looks scary!” I could see how having never seen a “biker” could be scary to a 10-year old. We visited on my deck for a couple hours and then indoors when the mosquitoes threatened to carry us away. He is a very nice man but we both knew there was no love connection and we also learned that we have too many differences to be anything other than friends.
I am not giving up though – I do believe that my prince is out there and like me has to kiss a few frogs before we find each other.