thursday 10:01 am
been drinking coffee in my chair by the window, made breakfast (instead of just taking a long glug from the keifer jug at quarter to 6...) looking at all of your beautiful flower blogs on the internet. I got out of bed at 8:39 this morning!!!
ITS MY DAY OFF KITTY KATS; EI-AH EI-AH, UH OHHHHH!!!!
The question is, will I be able to keep myself from going down to the shop to play with the most insane hellebores I purchased yesterday??? We'll see.
I have so many things to write about; I'm so excited and caffienated and exhausted at the same time.
It's been a long hard winter, I've been sick a lot which is unusual for me, I've been working too hard I'm afraid. I have a plan for more balance, and more time off but it's hard to stick to plans. For me at least.
The farm is out of control. Remember the beautiful pictures that once graced the pages of this blog? Forget them! Erase them from memory! Now what we have on our hands is a war zone, and a muddy one at that. But from destruction comes rebirth, and hopefully in a matter of a few months we'll have a livable farmhouse (complete with my dream of a water softener and windows that open) a stabalized barn, a tiered kitchen garden, and a lot of deer-eaten tulips. (I've called in a nuisance permit with the DEC subsequently making our hunter friends very very happy. I could write pages and pages on fencing but it would be interesting to .1% of you.)
Back in brooklyn at saipua headquarters things have been a little upside-down. We're all resting today, reassembling ourselves tomorrow. I've called a 9:30 meeting to brainstorm some big changes that I want to take place. I love change.
I hope you all have great days. It's 45 degrees with dense cloud cover in nyc this morning. My mother writes me this morning: "Enjoy this cloudy day." She knows me so well. I'm going to walk the dog, something I've missed doing the last few days; something that always makes me feel calm and sane.
I hope you all have great days. It's 45 degrees with dense cloud cover in nyc this morning. My mother writes me this morning: "Enjoy this cloudy day." She knows me so well. I'm going to walk the dog, something I've missed doing the last few days; something that always makes me feel calm and sane.