It’s a telework Friday for me. I love the commute on this day. I go from my bed, to the bathroom to get some clothes on, to the kitchen to pout a cup of coffee, to my MacBook to do a little surfing before I start my walk commute downstairs to my “office” to start my day. I check my WordPress and note how many visitors I had yesterday. I smile when I count that I had “6”. I think some would have an apoplexy if they had that few. I’m happy that someone visited.
The cats notice that I’m up and moving. They start in with their meowing … or over dramatic acts of desperation as I like to call it … to show me they are starving and abused. Miss Lily (the tuxedo tabby) is the worst except for Fat Boy who is just plain lazy. Getting up to do anything requires effort and let’s not confuse him with any sort of effort other than eating. That’s just his way.
We still have snow outside. We’ve had a front that has pretty much kept us cold or just generally bundled up when you go outside. It will change soon enough. This sort of thing happens during this time of year in the 100 Acre Wood. You just learn to deal with it otherwise you would go nuts.
I walk downstairs with a cup of coffee and logon to our network. I like teleworking on Fridays. I don’t have to deal with the traffic and the mad dash drive home. There are no phones ringing and no one knocking on my door. I can get caught up and actually get some work done. I feels like a luxury whenever that happens and that’s a rare occurrence any more.
I like living here; that is whenever it’s not snowing. I’m close enough to the cities to drive in whenever I need something but I’m also close enough to the country. It’s a short drive to see that. It’s too bad they’re building what seems like one house after another in the south metro. It spoils the view.
I would be hard pressed to leave. My daughters are here and just as importantly my grands are here. It’s tough being 4 and not always getting your way, but we do have a good time being together for the most part. They like helping with my garden. They call it “farming”. Who am I to argue with them?
I live just north of what used to be a sleepy farm town in central Minnesota. I said “used to be“. Just like anything in the south metro, the cities are creeping southward and things are expanding. I hate it when I see it. I used to be able to drive a half mile to the west or to the east or to the south and I could see farm land. Now it’s single family homes.
So my telework day ends and I tend to a few chores in and around my place. It’s no secret that I’m waiting for Spring to actually begin. I want to see my crab apple trees in bloom and smell the sweet smell that the blossoms have. It carries on the air like a perfume and lasts for only for a short while, so I try to drink in as much of it as I can while it lasts.
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