>Excitement abounds. I know this is vague but there may be good news to come on the book front! I’m not going to place my cart in front of my horse here so you’ll have to wait.
>I really need to have a better focus for my book project, or just forcing myself to do it. I just have so many interests, it’s hard to fit everything in. It’s not like I’m sitting here watching Oprah all day or something.
It’s not even going to be that big or difficult, I just need to do it. I need someone scary to come over and yell at me.
>I just read on another blog that the deployment for the ship Chris used to be on is 9 months. They recently deployed. That’s a long time. Seven was horrible. I don’t envy those people at all.
No matter how dumb Chris’ schedule is now, he does get to be home every day. He now has less than 2 years as well.
Deployments are a weird thing to go through. I’m glad that chapter is over. I learned a lot about myself from it but it would be hell to do it again. Worse for him than me, obviously.
Kudos to anyone in the military and to military spouses, and to some good friends who have already done their time.
It’s hard to tell from the crappy cell phone pic, but this is Jack’s new room sans wall decor. The color is brighter than it looks too. I have the curtains up and since that sort of dims the room it mutes the color a bit too. I got it all done in 3 hours this morning. It came out great.
In the afternoon I set up the computer and right now he’s watching stuff from PBS kids. I can’t wait for the finishing touches so I can cross his room off as 100% done.
I honestly don’t think I’ll ever paint our room. Our bed takes up most of the room and I would rather get teeth pulled than move it. Plus, I’m usually staring at the backs of my eyelids when I’m in there anyway.
>These are two things I lack as a mom, most of the time. I get easily frustrated and it’s obvious to Jack and probably everyone else around me. I just really need to relax sometimes. Easier said than done.
>Well we’ve been in this house a year and I’m finally getting around to decorating Jack’s room. Not that it’s a big deal, he didn’t even think about it until I started moving stuff around today and then he kept telling me how cool his room was going to look.
I may be kind of an a-hole about a lot of stuff with him, but I’m not a complete controlling psycho either. I let him pick the paint color for his room. He was going to pick a shade of orange (it’s his favorite) but then decided upon green. Specifically “Lemongrass.” It’s a bright greenish-yellow. Tomorrow I’m waking up early (which I’m already dreading) to paint two of the walls. Sometime in the future I’ll do the other two. For now I’m going to put up some pictures and shelves on the non-painted walls.
We had visions of making a desk for him too. Chris found something online that suggested nailing a solid door to the tops of two end tables. Good idea, but when I was looking at end tables at Target today they were just as expensive (or more) than the desks. I buckled and just bought a desk. I know, I suck, but I already cleaned and organized and will be painting all morning tomorrow. Someday when Jack gets bigger and outgrows this desk, we will build a legit one together.
I’ll post pictures after everything is painted.
…No, not the show.
Chris and I went to dinner last night, sans Jack, and we were discussing apprenticeships. This was spurred by something I was thinking when I got home from the farm yesterday.
I was thinking back to being an intern in college. Many college kids get internships. I don’t think this is bad at all. What is bad is oftentimes with a very broad degree (like my English degree) there isn’t a specific focus, unless you already have something in mind. During my internship I realized I didn’t want to work at a magazine. I appreciate that I learned a lesson about what I didn’t want to do, but it didn’t help much pushing toward something I would like to do.
Unless you are going to tattoo or pierce, I can’t think of many common apprenticeships for people. I mean, I know there are others, but clearly not so many that I can think up a bunch at a moment’s notice. I think this is quite the bummer.
Chris used to be (and will continue to be) an apprentice at shops that make huge pipe organs. He’s done stuff for free that people would complain about getting paid to do. Things like sweeping woodshavings. He loved it though. Just getting to be in the environment of people doing what you would love to do, and the education that comes with it, is payment enough.
Friday I picked wax beans, in the rain, with Jack whining in my ear most of the time. I was wet, muddy, and my back hurt. After this I scrubbed out 5-gallon buckets for sunflowers. Then I bunched beets. When you wrap the rubber band it often snaps and flings mud right into your face. Finally I went and cut basil, hunched again with an already sore back. I know this sounds like complaining, but it’s absolutely not.
I do all of this for no pay. I wake up at 7 to get there by 9. I drive 2 hours round trip to the farm. I pack food for Jack and myself. I try to police him while doing all the rest of this. I’m so grateful for this opportunity.
That’s what being an apprentice is about. Not “winning” something at the end, but the skills and knowledge acquired along the way. There’s a certain sense of joy that comes with putting yourself in an uncommon situation for the benefit of a passion. I hope there will always be people kind enough to teach me the different skills that interest me.