Diary of a Lesbian Housewyfe

Occasionally I get a morning when I can sleep in, and today was one of them. I slept until 9:30! Yummy! The dog and I played frisbee for a half-hour. Then I made my smoothie and a little pot of my tea (Market Spice) to take back to bed with me. I have my little needlework bag by my bed and a TV tray for my drinks. The television is tuned to the Food Network. I’ve pulled the curtains back so I can see the outside world and the sun shines into the room. A cat lies in the sunbeam.

Yeah baby. I love my life right now.

Sob, sob….  Sniffle.  A great little store with knowledgeable staff and a good vibe.

We need to all remember that local stores like this one are the stores which build our economy.  We need to support them - even when we’re trying to save every dime.  Each dime we can eke out for these local stores comes back to our community over and over again.  Our local stores support local causes, like the dance concert and the women’s hockey league.

When you go to Cabaret, will you see an ad for Wal-Mart or Land’s End or Amazon?  Don’t count on it.  Purchasing goods from outside the community just sends your dollars away.  Dollars that you earned in this community.  Dollars that were earned to pay you by some poor schmuck cowtowing to the tourists (who are few and far between these days), or by your friend Jon, the lawyer, who spends each day at the courthouse defending local people.  The economy is holistic;  it brings us together through the sharing of our wealth, however meager we feel our part of that wealth.

When we lose one of these stores, we all suffer through the loss of easy access to goods, knowledge and charity.

Okay.  I’m getting off my soapbox now.

Last fall, my sweet honey-bunny built a raised garden for me in a couple of horse troughs. I say, “built” but really she asked our friend Gene to do it and that worked out really well. I’m very pleased with my present. This year, my mother gave me a gift certificate to Seeds of Change for my birthday to assist in completing the process. Not that a garden is ever complete.

Today, my sweet honey-bunny went to work for me and I had a chance to spend some time online at the Seeds of Change website sorting through and picking out all sorts of seeds. Here’s my list:

Herbs: Sweet Genovese Basil, Slow-Bolt Cilantro, Forest Green Parsley, English Thyme

Vegetables: Early Russian Cucumber, Jalapeno Chili Pepper, Cocozelle Bush Zucchini, Peacevine Cherry Tomato, Stupice Tomato, Bountiful Stringless Snap Bush Bean, America Spinach, Nutri-Bud Broccoli, and the Lettuce Heaven Seed Collection

I love this time of gardening. I’m addicted to planning since nothing can go wrong until I start putting seeds into the earth. I make drawings (sad, sad drawings) of how much space each thing will take and dream about the neighbors driving by and pointing at the beauty of my garden. The truth? The neighbors will drive by, pointing at the bare spaces and the inevitable dead plant.

I haven’t gardened in years at this point. The last time I really had a garden was back in 1998 (Yes! The Last Century!) and I look forward to finding my gardening voice again.

Now that my brother talked me into getting on Facebook, I’ve found that I’m wanting to blog again.  Whether or not that’s a good thing, we’ll have to wait and see.

For now, I’ve been knitting a sweater for myself, along with several other projects for a certain baby who is yet to arrive.  While I’ve been working on posting tons of pictures of everything on my Ravelry site, I haven’t posted any here because I’m now hiding the pics until the gifts actually are finished and arrive.  Not that the mother will be reading this blog (I don’t think I’ve even told her where it is).  However, due to my paranoia and inevitable belief that the world revolves around me, I have this idea that she might search me out on the internet, or click through my links on Facebook, or something else.

Oh yes.  I think that I might have gone off the deep end on this one.

So, my brother called me last night to ask if I remembered someone from high school. Of course not. I’m horrible with names. Then, he talked me into signing up for Facebook and now I’m all over the place, sending notes to people who probably don’t remember me! I spent valuable time working on my new Facebook profile instead of doing what needed to be done, which was creating a new schedule for everyone. I’ll get it up tomorrow when I’m working.

A big milestone for me in my new role as “boss lady.” Last night I had to fire an employee. Yuck. That’s the only word for it. Yuck, yuck, yuck. I had to do it because he’d been just sitting around doing the minimum of work for at least a month now, and then on Friday he put out a tip jar. At a retail store! What are these kids thinking? His defense was that he saw one at another store. No! He’d seen a donation jar for some poor person who needed an operation, not a tip jar for some overprivileged kid living with his parents in a multimillion dollar home! Now I’m saying, “These kids today!” Suddenly I’m the crazy old lady living down the block with two cats and a dog shaking her cane and screaming at the neighborhood kids.