You know those all-day-Saturday workdays you had as a kid? The ones where your dad comes and rips the blankets off of you while you're still sleeping at 7am, yelling, "It's time to work!" You smell the bacon already cooking, and you get no sympathy for being tired or cold or anything else that might keep you in the bed. You work hard, maybe taking a midday break for an ice cream float before going back to work all afternoon.
At least, that's what we did at my house. I've had a lot of those farm workdays recently. And that's how I've been living every day for the last little while even when I'm not at the farm. Go, go, go, with the occasional ice cream break.
The wedding count down has begun, and the farm is.....still getting a facelift. I am dumbfounded by the amount of brush, metal, garbage, and unidentifiables we have uncovered from those few acres. My back is sore, my legs are sore, but there is no better feeling than taking a hot shower when you are filthy dirty and have worked hard all day outside in perfect weather. We have made significant progress, and I'm grateful to all who have helped and to the Cradics for letting us use their farm as a wedding location. They're getting a pretty good deal with untold hours of help to get their place spruced up, but I'll leave it up to them to say whether it has been worth the stress of a deadline and the all-at-once monetary investment or not.
When I haven't been at the farm having flashbacks of my childhood every few minutes, I've been running around mad doing other things. The regular wedding planning takes time. I'm almost finished with our super-fun slideshow, (which you got another sneak preview of today). Bridesmaid dresses are shipped, my dress is in, tuxes and flowers are ordered, favors/decorations/tablecloths have arrived, honeymoon is booked, reservations are rolling in, etc, etc.
In sad news, one of my nursing school friends was killed this last week. By her husband. The whole scenario is shocking and mindboggling. All I really know is that she is gone. While I haven't seen her for 3 years, we were close in school and partially trained for a marathon together. Another painful reminder life is short.
I also managed to get in a tiny little fender bender. Except it didn't bend anyone's fender or do anything else, for that matter. Yet it still got reported and my insurance is getting taken for a paint job. Sigh.
Whoopwhoop! Today I officially finished this semester of grad school. I defended my thesis proposal (and got approved) and took two finals this week. The thesis project will continue throughout the summer, but we get a break for a while, and there's no more deadlines, persay. This makes me happy.
In my attempt to get my own place spruced up before it is invaded in June, I planted grass, got some planters and filled those with bulbs, purchased a used lawn mower so I don't have to borrow my friend's anymore, and mowed for the first time this year.
Ok, now to the next thing....
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Posted by Sarah Blanshan at 7:26 PM