June 12, 2009

  • I've picked the right Friday/Monday combination to take off. No space for patients and a provider out- that's more fun in triage than I want to have. I'll get a heaping helping of the work next Tuesday through Friday, but for now I am grateful to be out of there.

    I'm off to Maine for a long weekend with a friend. I'm not going further up the coast to see my mother. Too stressful. So I'll huddle down in South Portland. Maybe take a blanket out of the car and go sit on the beach Sunday morning, watch the waves roll in before I head home. I'm pretty sure I'm coming home Sunday night so Monday I can play in the garden and have a leisurely day at home.  The garden is looking more and more like a garden and less and less like a miniature hay field. The first planting of beans has broken through the soil, primary leaves unfurling. I weeded amongst them yesterday, so happy to welcome their green flags to my world.  The potatoes are in desperate need of hilling. I had thought I might do it this morning before I left for Maine, but it's raining and I don't want to walk on the soil and compact it. So, Monday hilling it is.

    Time for breakfast. Blessings abound