Beltane New Garlic Moon
Rain. Thanks, weather gods. Lightning and thunder and high winds, they scare Rigel and Gertie. Rigel tries to bark the thunder away. Which, needless to say, increases the noise level some. All the veggies got a good soaking, the orchard and the flowers. Nice.
Kate said tonight that her first job was a great fit, wrapping presents at a gift shop. She also said she thought medicine fit her, too. I surprised myself then by saying, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a job that fit me. Not one. Except maybe the last 20 years.” Writing, being a husband and a father, gardener. Sometimes I get exasperated with the boss, but that’s true in every work situation, right? (just to be clear. le boss est moi)
Kate thought I might have made a good journalist. Maybe. Hard to say. Strange to look back over my life and realize I never worked (by that I mean, employed specifically for) at anything I really enjoyed. I did a lot of things I considered important, good, worthwhile, but that’s not the same, is it?
