Mondays are always difficult - a change from the weekend of "me" or "us" time to work time, even if weekends mean chores like housework and yardwork, or errands such as shopping or anything else.
Sunday we volunteered again for the Niles Canyon Railway and it was VERY BUSY because the weather was beautiful, it was Fathers' Day, and two cars were not working so they were short, and even had to turn away people from the first train. We worked hard - last time I had down time (time to knit) between trains, but not this time! It was fun and busy!
I started a cotton towel to hang in the kitchen, but the cotton yarn is hard to knit with and hurts my hurt "trigger finger" so I'm hurrying to finish it, which of course, hurts my finger more. I found some 8.5 skeins of one ounce (185 yards each) lovely old green wool at a garage sale for $1 that a grandma had for a project she never worked on. What's that like?! I'll have to take a picture and decide what to use it for.
Now it's Monday morning and that means work. I'm a consultant. I haven't been an employee since July 15, 1999 when I started my consulting business, but I still go to an office most of the time, and dare I say clients are not created equal. Today is my last day at a client, and I am very extremely happy about that. Did I mention how happy I am to be done at this client? I recommended that they hire an employee because they were needing more time than I could provide since I have more than one client. I gave them four weeks notice, but I'm sure it will be a scrabble today, but after today I will be a happy camper and will try to forget this one. When we were doing our house purchase and sale I was always at this company, so I used to call them "the lucky company" but they soon because something else and it was time to move on. Tomorrow I have a meeting with a prospective client whose needs sound much more managable and suitable. Some clients pay for my expertise and take advantage of it by asking my advice, and even heeding it, but others think a stock administration consultant with over 2o years of experience is a data entry clerk, and there's not much I can do.
I love people who say they would still work if they won the Lotto. I don't generally play Lotto, for no particular reason other than I don't even think of it since a buck for a fantasy is pretty cheap, and what if I DID win? But I digress. To quote a former boss I had many years ago, if I won lotto, "I'd be outta here so fast, the wind would knock you over". But I work because I love our house, and we have to have pay for kibble for our "kits" below. Do you know how hard it is to capture a picture (make that a decent picture) of all 3 cats at one time? Small, Medium and LARGE: Small is Mowry the orange male (1 year old, still thinks he's a kitten, sweet sweet love of a cat who is making the transition from adorable cuddly kitten to cat), Cinders on the left (female, kinda bitchy at times, matted because she won't let us brush her regularly, can be sweet, OLD, doesn't like Mowy), and BIG Maine Coon mix Alex (weighs 17.5 lbs at last weigh-in, is beautiful with magnificent fur that guests will never see because he hides whenever someone comes over and doesn't come out until they are safely gone, was an impulse "buy" at a Furry Friends Rescue
http://www.furryfriendsrescue.org/ adoption about 6.5 years ago, never uses his teeth or claws on us UNLESS we are holding him to show guests).