Sober Daughter and I canned tomatoes last week. It was a lovely day.
I’ve had a whole bunch of lovely days. Amazing days don’t lend themselves to blog posts as well as not so great days.
The weather has turned. It is suddenly cold rainy fall weather. I usually like this kind of weather, but after three days of it, I am finding it oppressive. I tend to spend a bit of time outdoors so I feel a bit like a caged animal.
Last week I got a phone call from my former boss at my long time career job. It seems they need my help with something and would like me to come back. She begged me. Seriously, begged. She said I could work whatever days and hours I wanted, as much or as little as I wanted. That I could stay in my office and not talk to anyone or go to any meetings, that I could just tell her what to do and she would do it. Oh, isn’t this music to my ears? yes. I told her there was a large part of me that would like to say “I told you so. Good luck.” But a larger part of me would LOVE to come back in a limited way and work on my favorite thing. And so I said yes. It will probably take a month or more to get all the bureaucratic I’s dotted and T’s crossed. We’ll see.
But I immediately feel vindicated. Like I have a chance to change the ending of that story. I get to add another chapter. And I get to earn a lot of money. I had prayed that morning that it would be nice if God could find me more money.
I am very excited and happy about this. And anxious to get going. I think that is why I am feeling so caged now. There are so many things to get done and I don’t want to sit in this house and knit the project that I have come to hate. Hate. Hate. And I have two of them to do. Before Christmas.
I guess I will go back to my chair and knit. And wait for an adventure.