Dazed and confused...

After the relief of completing harvest, I usually spend a couple of weeks in this state. The Big Push ends abruptly, but the adrenaline, and the sense of obligation to work constantly, seem to subside more slowly.

I'm never quite sure what to do with myself, and I wish that this state of confusion ended with me waking from my stupor on a beach somewhere (no, not somewhere -- in HAWAII!) a book in my lap, and seven days to go on my vacation...A sweet dream...

In reality, I am physically and mentally ready to do NOTHING, and lots of it, but Guilt, my oft-time friend, will not allow it...

There's plenty going on for The Farmer! Busyness continues for him as he un-does one field, and builds up another...

He and his helpers have accomplished much...while I wander around and pick the beans...

I have to say that after only 2 pickings, I am very tired of eating beans...very tired...This leads to pondering the beauty of the supermarket and its invention.

I weed my little garden beds, and cut some flowers...

I decide to get my toenails painted...which seems kinda silly now...Why did I want to bring attention to my toes???

I mow the lawn, then spend the next couple of recovery hours reading, with my eyes open most of the time...

I head outside again, and wonder why I thought it would be good to plant red & yellow calibrachoa in the same pot...why, why, why...It looks weird...

All this useless activity when I should be working on this:

Mom and Dad's 50th Anniversary Celebration...Sunday...two days from now...

I'm in charge of the food, which is why I hired a caterer, but there is the little matter of a family dinner after the party...I think I still need to get some things from the grocery store...Hmmm...

My sisters are involved, so everything will turn out, and my parents will feel loved...

But I still need to shake off the stupor and focus, Leslie, focus!!