Friday, July 6, 2012

(home) alone

Tanner left for New York today for about two weeks. He's probably already in the state and I know he's thrilled to be back. His niece is having a graduation party tomorrow and his whole family will be there so it was important for him to get the time off for it. After he'll head out to camp and resume his position of counselor at Free Spirit Nature Camp.

In the meantime, I start my second job on Tuesday. I've decided that during the time Tanner and I would normally spend together I'll be doing these things (I like lists):

-read at least four books
-be super crafty
-go to the farmer's market
-make real meals for myself
-find a piece of furniture to hold our games and things
-get more plants

That's a good start, right? I've been thinking lately about something Tanner said last week on his day off. I'd just come back from work and he told me how bored he'd been all day so he took naps. I said he should get a hobby. At that moment I realized that I hadn't actually been bored in a long time. Really since I was in college. Seems backwards, huh? Lately if I'm not working or adventuring with Tanner, I'm reading or crafting or watching a show on Netflix (which I just finished tonight so now I have more time for reading and crafting). And then there's blogging. It makes me so happy to think how little time I spend being bored. Work boring is different. I can't really help that and technically I'm already doing something because I'm at work.

Moving on, as I walked home from work this afternoon and realizing that Tanner would not be there anytime soon, I decided to stop in the Wadsworth Longfellow garden sponsored by the Maine Historical Society. I pass it every day and it's usually closed. which makes me sad because it's such a beautiful piece of greenery squashed on Congress Street. And it was open! Duh. I walked around with my camera out and enjoyed the sunshine and wind and lovely earthy smells. I felt like Alice. I suppose I always do in gardens. I realized that I seem to have a thing for wrought iron benches. Strange? Maybe.







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