I've had a hard time putting thoughts together and having much of anything good to say. But I'm there! Last weekend Scott and I went camping in Dry Hollow. Real Camping! We built our own fire ring, had no neighbors, watched baby squirrels, read books, and RELAXED. It was amazing. Kitties are settling back into the house and miss the smellavision but enjoy the chasing and playing space. Spazz caught a mouse in the garage last week...yay. Oscar LOVES being back at the Tulip Tree and spent a good part of today laughing with Fran and chattering all kinds of happy noises.
Life back in the shop is the same chaotic, delightful adventure that I'm used to. It's almost like I never left. We're settling into our new space, and trying to make it look like a flower shop again.
My fabulously talented and graceful mother has a broken arm. Poor girl had an unfortunate fall over the weekend and will be wearing a cast for the next few weeks. She's toughing it out and finding creative new ways to do her job with only one hand. Fortunately there's a whole family of florists up there to help her out.
Tomorrow I'm headed to Wendover with Adda & Ashlee. Should be an awesome day!
my life as a florist, camper, crazy cat person, individual
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Having trouble finding the words.
Today I left Willows. It was hard. I love that place and the amazing people I've met and grown to love there. There wasn't much of a decision left for me. Rules and policies have been changing constantly for the last month. I suspect that I was the unwilling target of age discrimination. I might have been patient enough to put up with it all had there been a supply of water.
The water line started acting up a few weeks ago, and went completely dry last Wednesday. On Sunday my fresh water tank in the camper ran dry (I'M APPARENTLY A ROCK STAR AT CONSERVING WATER TO HAVE GONE THAT LONG) I've been hauling in drinking water from the lower campgrounds for myself and the cats since then. Trying to find time to swim or at least splash in the river in order to bathe. I came to a clear decision point when I was going to have to move the camper to go fill tanks (if you can imagine having to drive miles even to have water for flushing). There was no joy left in my job to make the effort worth it. So instead of loading water and returning we packed up camp. I'm gonna miss that place!
Fran as always has the best possible timing. She and the Coles came up this weekend and helped me remember a few of the reasons I loved being there and also why I'm gonna love being back home. We all floated the river (yay!!!!), I dyed my hair purple (I always feel better when I'm purple!!), and we talked about the flower shop and the people there whom I love.
I'm having a bit of an odd time separating my camp host life from my love of camping. I may not be in charge anymore (mixed blessing since the job had so many perks last year) but now I can camp wherever and whenever I want. The nasty situation I've been in (they tried to demand that I wear my uniform 24/7 including when I was all alone inside my camper at night with the doors and blinds closed, be on call constantly, cut my paid hours to 25 per week, force me to justify every movement of my day, and didn't want me to get to know campers) might sour me for camping. But I refuse! I'm gonna haul me Scotty and my hammock back out there and make it fun again! Y'all are invited!
I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment.
Be well, love without reserve, and never forget to be yourself!
-m
The water line started acting up a few weeks ago, and went completely dry last Wednesday. On Sunday my fresh water tank in the camper ran dry (I'M APPARENTLY A ROCK STAR AT CONSERVING WATER TO HAVE GONE THAT LONG) I've been hauling in drinking water from the lower campgrounds for myself and the cats since then. Trying to find time to swim or at least splash in the river in order to bathe. I came to a clear decision point when I was going to have to move the camper to go fill tanks (if you can imagine having to drive miles even to have water for flushing). There was no joy left in my job to make the effort worth it. So instead of loading water and returning we packed up camp. I'm gonna miss that place!
Fran as always has the best possible timing. She and the Coles came up this weekend and helped me remember a few of the reasons I loved being there and also why I'm gonna love being back home. We all floated the river (yay!!!!), I dyed my hair purple (I always feel better when I'm purple!!), and we talked about the flower shop and the people there whom I love.
I'm having a bit of an odd time separating my camp host life from my love of camping. I may not be in charge anymore (mixed blessing since the job had so many perks last year) but now I can camp wherever and whenever I want. The nasty situation I've been in (they tried to demand that I wear my uniform 24/7 including when I was all alone inside my camper at night with the doors and blinds closed, be on call constantly, cut my paid hours to 25 per week, force me to justify every movement of my day, and didn't want me to get to know campers) might sour me for camping. But I refuse! I'm gonna haul me Scotty and my hammock back out there and make it fun again! Y'all are invited!
I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment.
Be well, love without reserve, and never forget to be yourself!
-m
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