Today was my final day working for the State of Maryland. It has been a good 3.5 years but my heart and soul were suffering. I will miss my boss and colleagues but not the spreadsheets (I feel like I said this before, Ha!). My next steps are scary but they should be more exciting than 8 hours in a cube. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to follow my dreams and start a career based in something I am passionate about.
I am amazed that I have completed the fist 3 goals already, and Nick has a plane ticket for June (he is deathly afraid of flying).
My Health Coaching journey is in its second week and I am focusing on getting people to grow their own food to have a sense of pride and control in their health. I’m starting with my own garden, which though lots of drama, we finally got assigned yesterday.
We have acquired plot 2B – about the width of the little fence and half way to the parking lot. I need to actually measure it to see how many plants I can fit in there but here is my wish list:
- pole beans
- tomatoes – cherry and heirloom
- peppers – sweet and jalapeno
- parsley, basil, rosemary, mint, cilantro
It seems to be a lot but there won’t be a ton of each and I have done a bunch of research this year on spacing and how to plant them in a raised bed.
I am trying to channel my inner agrarian maternal lineage. My Great-Grandfather on my mother’s side was a farmer and represented Iowa in the US Senate from 1913-1945. Now he did have mainly cows, but I think back in the day there was no such thing as a single crop farm.
I leave you with a poem he wrote during his time in the Senate – it reminds me of the early days before the farm bill with Butz and the New Deal was still law.
Farmer in Assembly
How dear to my heart is the lure of the farmyard,
With the grass growing green and the buds on the swell;
Makes me want to get out of this old legislature-
But the time of adjournment seems as far off as May.
We work mighty hard to make laws for the people;
The folks who are watching us think it’s all sham.
The people at home keep on sending petitions
Which if they only knew it don’t amount to a cent.
I guess I’ll just leave this uninteresting session;
They can run the blamed thing without me, hit or miss.
Bills? I eat’em and dream of ‘em;
yes, and I spend ‘em.
But here my stenographer comes for a letter!
– Walter H. Beam
I hope everyone had a great Christmas (if you celebrate) and a nice long weekend if you don’t! This was the first Christmas I was without my grandparents and it was bitter sweet. I was able to spend the holiday with Nick for the first time, but they were surely missed.
Christmas Eve we had Nick’s dad over for dinner.
We made roasted yams, butternut squash, green beans with mushroom and almonds, onions and pork roast.
For dessert we had local peppermint stick ice cream, gingerbread cookies and Rugge rum balls.
We all headed out after dinner to find some tacky lights and we were successful!
Christmas morning we opened stockings and presents.
Sissy enjoyed a head piece as well, but more as a play toy.
After presents, Nick went to his Dad’s and my mom and I went to church and then to Nick’s mom’s house for dinner.
Overall it was a great Christmas with new traditions. I am glad my mom could come and join us and meet more of Nick’s family. Is new years really only 5 days away??! Time to clean up wrapping paper and anxiously wait for the “snow storm” that is supposedly coming.