Not much has been happening. Most of my days are spent either looking for work or thinking about how to save money until I find a job. So, a bit stressful at times.
We have been enjoying our empty house.....without Scarface and Louie our cat, Ebbie, actually joins us in the living room and has turned into a regular demanding kittie. So nice to be back to normal!
We took Chelsea on a walk by the Boise river last week, in the snow, which she loves.
And we celebrated being "empty nesters" with Vanessa and Steph by drinking too much wine with dinner and reading everyone's Tarot cards. My message: "You have experienced a loss and must mourn. You feel helpless, but you have the ability to see things clearly, you just need the courage to do so. Be aware of giving into a sense of helplessness. Do not give up your power. Take control of your life. Know that the cycles of nature are true and natural and that after a hard time, a better time will follow. And when it comes, give yourself over to it...immerse yourself in the cool waters of faith and the constant light of the star." (Nice).
And "The sweet smell of soil" title? Well..........it's January, it must be time to plant flower seeds! If you grow your own, that is. Today I started just four different flowers; one perennial geranium, a couple annual geraniums and some mixed fuchsias. I've managed the geraniums from seed before, we'll see how the fuchsias do. (I'll keep you posted of course!)