Sunday, March 20, 2016

Tentatively spring

Now with St Patrick's Day over and spring as stamped on my calendar is here I'm looking at the yard with a hard eye toward cleaning perhaps beginning next weekend in addition to preparing for Easter dinner guest. The mereish bit of snow clings within the shade of scrub trees along a property line. This may be joined by a small amount if the storm running up the coast follows the dreaded European Model forecast. At this late stage of the season I'd like to be done with it after having been prepared well ahead of snow season and then having a light go of it. No complaining about that part.

Other than having a crazy work week the high point was St. Patrick's Day supper. Carol cooked up a corned beef all day in a crockpot then did up a dish of potatoes, turnips, cabbage, onions and carrots. I added the glass of Guinness to complete the meal.


Another trip to my mother's yesterday to followup on the basement sorting and cleanout in preparation for a possible move to an apartment. This time Carol came along and we took it as far as we could. We brought home all the loose photos and albums to sort through. Most photos will probably be discarded, tons of duplicates and irrelevant shots, newspaper clippings, etc. We spent about and hour and a half once we got home getting the sort started. Plenty to do there.

As much as I like my job I'm not looking forward to returning to it this week. The last couple of weeks I have as much as I can handle. By the end of each day I get as much new or continuing project work as I gotten done pushing some that I hadn't yet worked commitments to the brink. Today there was targeted advert on my FB stream for printed T shirts with the phrase "Graphic Designer", because freakin' miracle worker is not an official job title".

2 comments:

Briantheship said...

Mmm, home-cooked corned beef. It’s been a while. Guinness, too. Hard at work at the coal face I see, I don’t miss it.

packrat54 said...

Compelled to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, it's in the genes. If it wasn't for the Guinness I'd probably give up working for a living.