Killing Time

I am sitting on a park bench in uptown Normal, borrowing some internet from Coffee Hound which, for some stupid reason, now closes at 1pm on Sundays. Coffeehouse, the grungier, more Unicorn-y cafe also changed their hours and I had such big time wasting internet and latte dreams for this hour before picking Brian up from the Amtrak. A gaggle of high school girls are taking pictures of each other in front of the theater marquee and boy, when did they start looking like children? and Blossom? And that dates me how that I remember that tv show....

Facebook tells me that I graduated high school 10 years ago last Friday. TEN YEARS! My classmates have Kids! And houses! And marriages and divorces.

And I have...
adventures?
an education?
explorations?
dear, dear friends?

Pretty good, I'd say. I guess. This year at the farm is making me want to settle down and quit the moving around, though. Maybe it's something about living in a grungy trailer with two dudes or maybe it's being older or maybe it's doing something that I can see building my life around/with. Maybe it's missing my family. Who knows. I don't want to think about what I'm doing after the farm just yet-- I've still got some time before I get stressed about those future plans, but sometimes I just can't help it. Sometimes I want to just KNOW! What am I DOING?!

To be determined.

What am I doing tonight? Well, picking Brian up because this dude ordered chickens, live chickens, to be sent to the post office and raised by him and than eaten by him sometime in the Fall. They came a day early, though, so he had to high tail it back from Evanston and get those little critters to their final destination and who else was going to collect him but yours truly? I didn't even bring a book! grrrr.

This past week on the farm was a hot one and a hard one. It was over 90 every day and we worked til 8 Wednesday through Friday. phew! But it was so good to get stuff done and actually plant for the first time in almost a month. So good! I was getting nervous we'd have a watermelon free summer and a squash free winter. Now I'm sitting out here on my little bench in my little t-shirts and slippers and don't you know it but it's 68 degrees, windy, and feels absolutely freezing after the hot stuff of my week. I had some major heat-relief, though. I was house-sitting for the neighbors and was able to sleep away from the super hotbox trailer. Such my vacation home, Renee and Bob's! I cooked some nice meals, worked in their garden a bit, played with their cats, and didn't suffer heat stroke. Perfect! They had a Swabian cook book and I flipped through trying to find all the pictures of Tuebingen and reminisced about my wonderful time there. Score one for Adventures! Abenteur!

Now it's 8:40 and B's train still is 50 minutes out. A happy week to you and proper entries to follow when, you know, I'm not just killing time.