Remember when you were a child and you were convinced that grown ups had all the fun? No one made them go to bed and their was no one to say no to the cool new toy and they didn't have to do things they didn't want to. Let em tell you that was the life. Even if that life only occurred in my child's imagination.
Being an adult has been a big let down, not that I really want to be a child again but I sure would like to relive some of the highlights. The boundless energy, someone else cooking and cleaning up after me, feeling like the weekends lasted forever. I miss that.
This weekend was the 4th of July and we celebrated Independence. Every once in a while I feel compelled to remind people just like our childhood view of being a grown up, Independence has its down side too. Its called responsibility. There are days I am not sure it is worth it. As I told Indra this weekend I could really use one weekend when the hardest decision I had to make was what to wear. For just that one day someone else would cook and clean and take care of things and I could do whatever, even if it was nothing. Cause I can do alot of nothing.
So enough philosophy. On to business, I was in training all last week and therefore was unable to blog. Something about paying attention and learning. They also switched my schedule and I had to be in at 8:30 am, unfortunately my brain doesn't function well until 9am. that gap caused me some issues. I am really not a morning person. (and the chairs in training are killing my back, (Indra says it sounds like sex only painful when I try to move at night).
Last weekend we went to a pick your own place I found, and got 1.5 gallons blueberries and .5 gallons blackberries. This prompted some canning. My jelly did not set (not that I expected it to since I played fast and loose with the instructions) but blueberry sauce / syrup is still plenty good in my book. I had forgotten how much work it is to can and more importantly how hot it gets. In the process of canning I managed to slice my finger open on a pair of tongs. I also burned my tongue tasting things (and I would do it again in a heart beat, very nummy). Despite this I want to can other things, I had started to forget what real food tastes like and how much better home canned is than store bought.
This weekend was thankfully a long weekend. I had a flat tire on the way home on Thursday and then Friday had to go back for them to see if they could figure out why my tires are going bald so fast. I of course got too hot and that shut down Friday and Saturday for me. Indra has been down sick (or at least thoroughly miserable) and was starting to feel well enough Sunday to be bored crabby. I spent alot of Sunday trying to make up for two days of nothing. I almost made it too, if my back hadn't hurt so much I would have gotten the laundry done.
I have been lax on my knitting, to hot, the dog has been invasive, the needles to slippery, and my eyes were not focusing. I think those are all good reasons but I still feel guilty. I have new bamboo needles to help with the slipperyness and have decided to use a cookie sheet instead of a pencil box to magnetize my lace pattern to. I don't know when I am going to be able to go thru the craft room and return it to order and functionality. Right now my back hurts too much and I am overwhelmed, by everything.
I would like to thank Jeanne for some pretty powerful positivity. I managed to get the past rent worked out and on a more even keel financially (money is still good though). 
