A Very Busy Day At Work

No matter how I try to stay "retired", I keep working.  Today, my only day this week (he wanted two days and I said no and meant it) I had some very big jobs to tackle.  Jobs that I had been doing for years and my employer felt (rightly?) that only I can handle them.  Two very large planters with trellis in them.  One very nice window box--the owner liking it to look French.  How could I say no?  One tiny window box for the mailbox of a lovely woman--I fill it in Spring and again for Winter.

And I answered questions.  So many that I lost count.

I am going back next Friday in the "run up" to Memorial Day.  When Maine opens the doors to "people from away" and everywhere is suddenly crowded.

The art up at the top--just something I tried out some years ago.  Filling the entire page-no white space.  Yesterday- in the new journal, a drawing of a bowl filled with beads.  For the book I enjoy reading and re-reading--Becoming Finola.  In fact, I need to trot into Town tomorrow--I ordered my very own copy at the independent bookstore, so I can have the book handy when I need a good story.  I am reading another book by the same author.  Earlier that the two I loved reading.  This one--harder to get into--she was still learning how to write with her own voice.  Let go and just write.

We went for ice cream (Mainers eat more ice cream per capita than any other state) before taking showers.  Later we'll search the fridge for something to eat.