Oak Tree Down

Yes, it's true, I'm back. I've missed you all. Truly. I have a few images to back-blip too, so browse back in time if you wish.

I'm struggling. I need help and I don't know exactly what I need. I really really want some time to myself, but I'm it for Dad. We managed to go on our family vacation a few weeks ago and it was good. But the preparation to leave and the coming home was agony. That's not the way it's supposed to be, is it?

I have soap business coming out my ears and yet I'm dragging myself around to accomplish anything. Get up! Get moving! Get it done. All you have to do is show up, right? No, not when you're IT. If only I had a cubicle job. That's where it's possible to just show up, no matter your mood or your general state of well-being. The grass is always greener, as they say.

Speaking of grass: I am obsessing about becoming a grazier*. I dream of it. I think of it while eating greens. I read, research, browse, and write about it. Maybe that's why I can't manage to get any work done.

*grazier: a rancher who grazes cattle or sheep (or chickens)

I want to grow grass for a living. Is that so wrong?

PS: This oak tree across the street from us was cut down. It was a biggun - about 4 feet diameter. Beautiful hard wood oak just lying there waiting to be picked up. I can relate.