that's me.
I feel guilty about it periodically.
I compose posts in my head while driving in the car, while making pie, while knitting.
But somehow those posts get no further.
I guess maybe I lost some momentum with the move and the renovation, and the new job?
I will say this, I am suffering from doubts. The whole baking thing is in question. I do love to do it, but perhaps not on a commercial level? My arms have been bothering me bad. The tendonitis (self diagnosed) is not getting better (why should it?). I think I am holding off serious injury with the ibuprofen dosing and the icing of the elbows. But I am wondering if I want to be in this kind of discomfort, at this stage in my life, in order for someone else to eat good brownies? Never mind the bad ones I am currrently making.
Have decided to quit the current job in early January. Will go about getting the kitchen licensed and follow through on baking to sell at the Farmer's Market, unless something else pops up. Entertaining dreams of switching careers again, maybe to the yarn biz? Feel more than a little weak for wanting to give up. Remember reading a statistic somewhere that some larger number of culinary grads are out of the business within three years than still in it. Will I become a statistic? Is that a terrible thing?
After much research, Don and I seem to have settled on the Icelandic and Shetland breeds as our preferred sheep. We went down to Rhinebeck for the NYS sheep and wool fesitval and were a little overwhelmed. But I do so like the animals. Think I could be quite happy tending to a flock. Brought home a spinning wheel from a family friend. It is in need of some repair, and I truly know nothing about the whole process so I would not know where to start. Not sure if the spinning thing is my bag. Although it would be a good idea to take a class or workshop or some such before I give up on the concept completely.
Already knitting for Xmas. Bah Humbug! Also have cookie dough in the freezer. One year I would like not to be overworked during the Holidays.....
a bientot,
Samantha