Oh, I've been such a terribly naughty blogger. I'm really sick of living life in limbo. Everything is packed in boxes, and I can't work on any projects. I don't have my sewing machine, and even if I did, I still wouldn't have any space to sew. I feel like I'm only living half my life right now. I've made it this long though, and I only have a couple more weeks until we move....again.
Saturday was a perfect fall day: overcast and a bit chilly but no rain. Eric and I took a trip out to a pumpkin patch that's about a half an hour away in the town of Fall City. Can you believe I had never been to a pumpkin patch? We spent at least two hours out there enjoying all the sights and sensations of the farm. There was a petting farm there with some little goats that were much too busy eating to pay much attention to all the pumpkin-patchers.
After petting some goats, we were on the hunt for the perfect goards. We just had a blast tromping through the field and oohing and aaahing over the variety of goards. I settled on this one:
I just love the one Eric selected. You can't really see it in this photo, but his is covered in lumps that will be perfect for a nice warty face.
Afterwards, we sat and drank some fresh, hot apple cider and discussed our perfect pumpkins. We had so much fun I didn't want it to end. Eric and I kept talking about how much we want to live on a farm. I've been feeling it more and more over the past year, but Eric has always been resistant to the idea. He's not quite ready to break out of the city. Then, as soon as we get out into the country, all he talks about is how much he would love to live on a farm. I can actually feel the weight lifting from him and see how is face glows. His mood becomes completely altered. The good mood continued when we got back to the city. I made some hot, spiced cider and we snuggled up on the couch sipping it until it warmed our chilled bones.
I started my new job this week, and I'm really enjoying it. It's a small, relaxed office, and it just seems to fit my personality much better than my government job. I'm working in a building near Fisherman's Terminal here in Seattle, and it's the first time in 10 years that I haven't worked downtown. I love it. I look out my widow and see orange, red, yellow and green trees instead of gray and brown skyscrapers.
My health has been great. I can really tell when I'm not taking care of myself like I should, so it's had to become my first priority. I think we all tend to take our health for granted until we no longer have it. It truly is the most precious thing you can have, because without it, everything becomes exponentially more difficult.
Just keep trying to enjoy every day.