200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The lockers at the firehouse with our pants lined up on our boots, ready to be quickly put on. Official firefighter training starts in two weeks!
My stomach is tied up in knots about the court hearing tonight. Mostly because of not knowing what to expect. That's the same reason it also gets all twisty every time I drive up the hill to the house. I almost had a coronary the other day when Desmond wasn't in his normal place in the front yard when I drove up. The air went out of my stomach in a big whoosh when I saw him slowly trotting around the corner of the house. That's as fast as he goes, slow. But it was good enough for me; happy to see everyone alive and safe.
I met another potential Mr on Monday and will meet another one tomorrow. It seems to come in waves. I have no interest in seeing Monday's man again (didn't really want to meet him in the first place), but am looking forward to meeting Mr Tomorrow, we had a nice phone conversation the other day. I drove by a Home Depot yesterday and felt almost a sense of revulsion - home construction projects are just not something I want to think about right now. I think it's OK to think about other stuff: fighting fires, finding a date, and canning tomatoes. The house and farm structures will have to wait until I can stomach it. Need to lay more track first.