I have moved to lovely Upstate New York and things are beginning to settle into place. Do I have an actual room to call my own? Not yet. Is there a grocery store in town? Not exactly... but there will be soonish. Oh, how I've missed the little pleasures of the north country.
I've been here since the end of March and since moving I have made eight dozen newspaper pots for seedlings, planted tons of seeds in the aforementioned pots, eaten three delicious
cheese rolls, pruned two lilac bushes, pruned many, many raspberry canes, picked up a truckload of cherry flooring, mudded and spackled and mudded and spackled and sanded and mudded the third floor of the
B&B, baked some tasty bran muffins, baked some tasty orange poppy-seed scones, baked some tasty banana walnut muffins knit a seed-stitch scarf that took a long time but that I am exceptionally pleased with and ironed and cleaned and dusted and vacuumed more than I ever thought I could in the span of two weeks. It has been heaven.
Despite the fact that I no longer have easy access to the wondrous goodies from the
co-op and the great company of the folks in B-town, the work and lifestyle here has been excellent - I love setting my own hours - even if I am working for twelve hours a day instead of eight.
The biggest drawback from this new way of life is that it is incredibly easy to get sucked into the work that needs to be done around the house and my small business has taken a backseat for the time being. If only there were a few more hours in each day.
