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I’ve been in mourning. Mourning the loss of my freedom. Wishing to have more without giving anything up. I made a list of all the things that make be cry when I think about leaving my business of free-lance writing and consulting: long commutes, walking in my yard anytime I want, my office, lunch with Loved-One, fluidity…
I know, I know. In these economic times, I should be happy that I have this opportunity. Especially, since I was minding my own business and two, yes, two firms contacted me. I’m really am sooo lucky.
So why do I feel sad?
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If you read my other blog, Once A Little Girl, you know I hate weeds, but I like to garden. I love flowers. I even love wild flowers. With that kind of love-hate relationship, things can get out of hand pretty easily.
With my love of nature, of course I recycle. I got involved in “being green” back on the very first Earth Day. Yes, eco-nuts predicted global warming way back in 1970. I remember a passionate environmentalist exclaiming, no one will listen for another 30 years, and then it will be too late to reverse the effects of green-house gasses. I tore soup can labels off at the check-out counter exclaiming: “Save the environment. End needless packaging.”
Most of us recycle these days. It’s easy. Just put newspapers, cans, bottles and plastic in the recycle bin. My village makes it easy; we don’t even need to sort anything. Still, I came across an idea that fits with my green thumb (and mind) and it saves me money.
I hired my grand-daughter, Emma to help me out. She’s happy to work for free, still, it’s fun to reward a hard worker like Emma. Sure, it’s not enough to stimulate the economy toward recovery, but I might help Emma buy her Adele songs from iTunes. Besides, doesn’t every bit help.
I found a way to have weed free flowerbeds, and recycle my newspapers. Best of all, it’s easy as 1, 2, 3, 4.
Step 1: Lay thick layers of newspaper over the area.
This week I hired grand-kids to help me with some yard-work. “Did you know you can pet a […]
An overnight at the Chicago Field Museum. What could be more fun for kids than exploring through Egyptian tombs, holding tarantulas, and wandering amongst the dinosaurs? Well, doing all that and more in the dark, and way, way past bedtime; that’s what.
Arrive early, and pick out a place to set up camp. We bring sleeping bags and an air mattress for the old bones; ours that is, and just the sleeping bags for Bradaigh, 8 and Emma, 7. There are tons of families vying for space under the mastadon and saber tooth tiger. We opt for a spot under some African ceremonial masks. It’s out of the popular traffic pattern. We set up camp, grab our flashlights and get going.
G-Dad and I notice right away something unanticipated.