I've been working for pay since I was 7 years old. Started with pulling ferns for a penny for my dad, then peeling cascara bark, picking berries, babysitting for neighbors. I've done a lot of different things since then, including the pleasurable job of being married for 38.5 years. In there somewhere is the me that makes money and roars, and the me that enjoys homemaking.
Sometimes over the years the twain has not met, other times it seems to mesh fairly seamlessly. I was thinking about these sides of my woman's nature yesterday as the setting sunrays came in the kitchen window and fell across my newly canned dill green beans. Squatty jars from the 50's, rings from the 70's, beans from September 7, 2008.
Mostly I really do know who I am.
Sometimes I'm rather confused.
FlyLady helped immeasurably.
Accountability has its importance.
Commonsense is key...for me anyway.
Photos and particularly digital cameras
On-line Dictionary and Thesaurus
The magnitude of free hours strangers put into websites that I pass though. Thank you.
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