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Tuesday Musings
Aug. 24th, 2004 02:20 pmHmm. Two dollars to my name, and some mint truffles in my desk. Nope, not cutting it. I'm actually craving a nice egg salad on sourdough, but that requires a trip home (as do most other lunch ideas today,) and more prep time than I've got for lunch. Poop. Shall starve and drink tea and possibly go home early, as I haven't taken my lunch hour.
Paid tomorrow. *eyes pathetic bank account*
Spent a good deal of this morning (while supervising some server file cleanup) looking up classes and stuff I could be doing this coming quarter. Pfeh. They specifically forbid taking any of the core Library classes if you're not enrolled in the program, no matter that the first intro class isn't even full yet. And nothing else interesting has room.
I dunno. I'm sort of rethinking this blind rush towards a Library degree. I don't need it for my job. I rather like my job, and working tech support in general. I'm perfectly happy playing librarian in my spare time, rather than professionally, all of which adds up to a general sense of 'so wait, *why* am I doing this?
I may concentrate on taking sailing lessons at the school yacht club instead. My skills have shown themselves to be remarkably deficient and rather eroded from disuse. Plus, members can check out the keelboats for a sail in the Sound. It'll take me a bit to get to that point, but I'd really like to treat Dad (and the rest of the family) to a sailing trip like we took when Dru and I were little.
More tea. There were apples in the break room - rosy Red Delicious apples that I must admit, I eyed with disfavor, but hey, hungry. I've had too many that were grainy from being in storage too long, but these are acceptable. Last night, however, I was craving apples, and rather than raid the tiny burgeoning orchard for the Food Bank, I wandered towards the blackberry patch I'd raided earlier this summer. I could have sworn I'd noticed an apple tree, and it turns out, I had. Only the tree I though was apple was pear, and hiding behind it was the actual apple tree.
Got me thinking a bit about apples, and what I'd read back in June from _Botany_of_Desire_: how apples doen't reliably reproduce from seed, so the trees of a particular variety (Red Delicious, Granny Smith, etc) are all clones of each other. The apple tree in the park was probably a volunteer - its fruit small even this late in the season, but still sweet and slightly tart (just they way I like my apples) and weighing down the branches almost to the ground. Made me miss the veritable orchard we grew up with in San Jose, apricots galore and a sprinkling of other fruit. And the Block Break I took at the little farm in Colorado, where we made cider - picked and chopped and pressed right there in the field.
I want an orchard when I grow up. Which might go a ways to explain why I poked around online looking at properties with acreage on the Kitsap Peninsula - affordable, even if the commute might suck. All the while, of course, my inner common sense was whacking me over the head with a great big stick - I'm still a week away from my first anniversary in my condo.
I'm grateful for what I have - my own place, with two insane cats who have been persuaded to use the toilet, but must race up and down the hallway at 6am before using it, a small patch of mutant tomatoes that have overgrown everything else, and a great big horking park across the street with blackberries and apples in season.
Paid tomorrow. *eyes pathetic bank account*
Spent a good deal of this morning (while supervising some server file cleanup) looking up classes and stuff I could be doing this coming quarter. Pfeh. They specifically forbid taking any of the core Library classes if you're not enrolled in the program, no matter that the first intro class isn't even full yet. And nothing else interesting has room.
I dunno. I'm sort of rethinking this blind rush towards a Library degree. I don't need it for my job. I rather like my job, and working tech support in general. I'm perfectly happy playing librarian in my spare time, rather than professionally, all of which adds up to a general sense of 'so wait, *why* am I doing this?
I may concentrate on taking sailing lessons at the school yacht club instead. My skills have shown themselves to be remarkably deficient and rather eroded from disuse. Plus, members can check out the keelboats for a sail in the Sound. It'll take me a bit to get to that point, but I'd really like to treat Dad (and the rest of the family) to a sailing trip like we took when Dru and I were little.
More tea. There were apples in the break room - rosy Red Delicious apples that I must admit, I eyed with disfavor, but hey, hungry. I've had too many that were grainy from being in storage too long, but these are acceptable. Last night, however, I was craving apples, and rather than raid the tiny burgeoning orchard for the Food Bank, I wandered towards the blackberry patch I'd raided earlier this summer. I could have sworn I'd noticed an apple tree, and it turns out, I had. Only the tree I though was apple was pear, and hiding behind it was the actual apple tree.
Got me thinking a bit about apples, and what I'd read back in June from _Botany_of_Desire_: how apples doen't reliably reproduce from seed, so the trees of a particular variety (Red Delicious, Granny Smith, etc) are all clones of each other. The apple tree in the park was probably a volunteer - its fruit small even this late in the season, but still sweet and slightly tart (just they way I like my apples) and weighing down the branches almost to the ground. Made me miss the veritable orchard we grew up with in San Jose, apricots galore and a sprinkling of other fruit. And the Block Break I took at the little farm in Colorado, where we made cider - picked and chopped and pressed right there in the field.
I want an orchard when I grow up. Which might go a ways to explain why I poked around online looking at properties with acreage on the Kitsap Peninsula - affordable, even if the commute might suck. All the while, of course, my inner common sense was whacking me over the head with a great big stick - I'm still a week away from my first anniversary in my condo.
I'm grateful for what I have - my own place, with two insane cats who have been persuaded to use the toilet, but must race up and down the hallway at 6am before using it, a small patch of mutant tomatoes that have overgrown everything else, and a great big horking park across the street with blackberries and apples in season.
