Hey, look at that, I have a blog. I nearly forgot. I started selling at the farmers’ market (I think that’s where we left off) and then I started volunteering at the kids’ school two days a week and then we went to Maine. So it’s been a busy time.
Maine was lovely, thanks for asking. It’s 3.5 hours from our house and I’d never been before. We rented a cottage near the beach in York and ate obscene amounts of seafood morning, noon, and night. Leo and I had lobster rolls for breakfast twice. Owen (who is allergic to shellfish) had mussels at every meal (they’re mollusks) and we managed not to sicken him with all the shellfish nearby. Ice cream was consumed nightly. Joe threw enough rocks into the ocean to raise sea levels globally by at least an inch. Patrick carried around a pound of sand in his diaper wherever we went (ow). It was lovely.
The house is actually getting towards being done. I really didn’t think this day would ever come (which is funny because it’s only been a few months). The upstairs bathroom still needs tile and I think we talked about a coat of paint on the pantry. The outside of the house needs major attention but the inside is pretty close.
Before and after on the bathroom
Today the Vermont sales guy had a function to go to so we were short staffed. Burlington has a little bit better sales than Rutland so I went there. In Rutland I usually gave out 50 or so samples. In Burlington I gave out 206 before I ran out of cups! It was quite a day. They were having a week-long jazz festival in the same park as the farmers’ market. That started at noon so the last two hours of the market where nearly impossible to talk to people because of the extremely loud music.
I live near a woman who invented a type of rug punch (fascinating, no?) After reading about her one night and then hearing multiple mentions of rug hooking, I got it in my head to try it out. So I did. It was a lot of fun (and I still have the other half of my 4 hour intro course to do) but it just killed my hands. The hand surgeon had given me the steroid shots two weeks ago and they’ve already worn off which I think means that surgery is in my near future. That also means that I probably should not sign up to spar in the next karate tournament (the only adult category is 18+. Those 18yo whippersnappers should know they’ve dodged a bullet). I could just compete in a different category, I suppose, but many of the forms popular with the ladies involve doing the splits or some sort of acrobatics and why oh why DON’T THEY HAVE A MIDDLE AGED CATEGORY BECAUSE I CAN’T COMPETE AGAINST TEENAGE GYMNASTS???
So, there you have it, from the farmers’ market to the structure of karate tournaments. We still have 2.5 weeks of school left here before we move in to summer mode. I still can’t decide if it will be more or less chaotic then. I guess I’ll find out.