And then they threw more money at me

You guys are wonderful! Thanks ever so for your input. Yes, even compared to most people's commute, that drive will be a bugger. I wrote and told them so. And then they threw more money at me. I make $13.50 an hour at my happy little bit of a job at Clackamas Community College. I was asking $15 an hour for this long commute which would have me taking GED tests to yet another county jail. When I expressed my reluctance to make the long drive, they offered me $17 an hour. For two ten hour days a week. For six weeks. The ugly weather rarely starts before mid October, and I'll be done about then. For six weeks, I can manage it. And this, even after taxes, will help with our credit card debt. Lordee I do hate paying the interest! So I will likely be less available for the next month and a half, and I likely will whine and whinge about how weary I am, but come our vacation in December, I will be so glad I did it!

On an agricultural front, does anyone have any idea what kind of apple this is? Our tree is throwing down pounds of them. They are nice and crisp, not terribly juicy, and about as delicious as a potatoe. Not mealy, just not sweet or tart or apple-y flavored.


Here is the blue cotton baby blanket, all finished and edged with crochet. Yes, I do wander on the dark side when it seems appropriate. A simple crochet border handily uses up every freaking last inch of the yarn. When you are doing ch3, sc in the loop mesh, you can stop anywhere after the first three rows, and no one can ever tell.

Last photo. This is what August looks like to me. If you are arachnaphobic, go leave me a scathing comment and do not look any closer or read further. If not, look carefull in the center of the photo. See that little golden dot? See the regular highlights around it? The young spiders with their webs set in the sunshine, gathering insects and glints of light are all about August in my mind. They stretch out their tablecloths, and food comes to them. August is so causually abundant! I should have gotten a shot of our cherry tomato plants but I was too busy stuffing my mouth with those shots of sweetness while the hose filled the planters. The early morning cool, the smell of the happy plants and the water on the driveway, the passionate caress of sunshine on my skin . . .Oh, I do love August!