I’ve been struggling a lot lately with balancing life and work because even on summer vacation (from teaching), my time is still so divided. Jason and I are in the process of dismantling his father’s house and preparing it for first a yard sale and then the realtor, which has devoured our weekends when he’s not on call. On top of that, we’re trying to use this as an opportunity to pare back on things in our own home – scouring out closets for what can be donated, sold or sent to the dump (as a last resort). As a result, my first week of real “summer vacation” has been spent hanging out with A until nap time, during which I sprint to get as much done as possible. We have a July 4 yard sale deadline, and I keep promising myself (perhaps foolishly) that after that things will start to calm down.
In the meantime, I’ve been going back and forth between how I should be spending my writing time – novel writing or blogging. Is this the best space to be writing in? I feel myself shifting more and more towards blogging about farm to table and the task of feeding a tiny human, but part of me doesn’t want to let go of the chickens and occasional garden notes. After a shaky start (time, again), our garden is fully planted, and the peppers and tomatoes are slowly being coaxed up out of the ground by the warm June sunshine. Our day-old chicks are now almost three week old chicks, and the laying flock is soldiering on under a less than ideal rooster (he’s a little rough and won’t bring them in at night).
What are your thoughts, dear readers? What would you like to find here when you next return?