It’s a Dishwater Day, Friends. So many nice things coming from friends and neighbors this week. Ain’t that awesome? You know what Dishwater Day means – I’m just going to toss in all the old stuff I have sitting around after cleaning up. A few slices-of-life, maybe a little news. See? I don’t even have a plan.
Item Number One: Random Acts of Kindness
First off, it’s thatching season, if you’re a grass nut. And I am. Or, it was thatching season until it started raining. I was outside much of the last several days, raking thatch out of the first year grass I planted last season. While I was raking, a car slowed down out front and hollered, “I love your rock wall! You’re doing such a nice job with the place!” Now, isn’t that the kind of thing that just makes your day?
Item Number Two: That Sweet, Sweet City Money
I snagged a commission. That’s one of the best parts of being a musician. You get to use words like gig and commission. An old boss/friend/neighbor in New York City (mid-disaster) suddenly needs twelve full-length songs arranged for a small orchestra. And recorded. Fast. Did you know that there’s someone you can call for that? Me. I’ll be spending two weeks in the cabin writing and recording orchestra arrangements. (An explanation of how I do this would require its own blog post.) A little extra money is always nice, and as I well know, city money is even nicer.
Item Three: It’s Raining
It’s raining, there’s no sun, and my seed starts are getting leggy. It was nice and sunny for quite a while, and now two days of dark. It’s okay I guess. The seedlings are stretching for what light there is and wrecking themselves. I’m certainly not going out in the rain to build a cold-frame (which wouldn’t help much anyway), so I think I’ve decided that seed starting may not be my thing. Anyhow. If they last, they last. If they don’t I have more seed.
Item Four: The Bi-Annual Pen Pal Search
In the Expanding-My-Neighbors department – Every other year or so, I remember that I might like to have a UK penpal. I remembered the fact this morning, looked around at websites that facilitate such things, and decided that (in addition to the fact that there are precious few people who want to write by hand anyway) these sites were so much webcrap, I don’t have the hours-to-weeks to muck through them. Eh. Perhaps in two years.
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That’s the news, Friends. You have a great day too.