On the bright side, I'm working full time again. A welcome relief from the monetary hemmorage and constant budget adjusting we've been experiencing. It's been tough. I tell myself and Katherine, "We're not alone.", if anything, just to comfort Katherine during the "why us" moments that occasionally surface when thing are less than comfortably normal. In reality, the economy has affected everyone, and everyone has a story of some how they've had to adjust. So be it.
Some plantings that recently spouted have been demolished by who knows what, rabbits, deer, ground hogs, etc. This pertains to the vegetable garden along with tender buds on fruit trees throughout the remaining gardens. Seems that we've lost a little something everywhere. It's disheartening to arrive on the scene after a few days of labor, of care and codling, only to see catastophe. It's anger, frustration and bewilderment all rolled into one. Dollars and time, gone down the toilet. Yet, after the moment, the frustration, anger, we move on.
There's nothing like a collective effort, in our case, a joint effort with a partner, coworker, one who carries the burden with you, a common vision, that moves you on. We don't have to talk much about it, we just know. Synchonisity. It's a pretty cool thing when you've got it and maybe it's uncommon in some ways. Some of our friends and aquiantances don't get it. Whether they do or not, we really don't care, we're not quiting on this. We know what we're sitting on. We sit and talk, have a drink, assess the damage, lick our wounds, record the experience, aways grateful that we have this place, despite the task before us. Future benefit never came without a beginning cost involved.
What a classroom, humbling, at best, under the heat and pressures of the powers that be.
