Well, I harvested potatoes again on Monday morning at the organic farm. It's actually pretty fun getting all grimy in the garden. It's kind of like searching for buried treasure when you're digging around trying to find potatoes. Half the time I would come up with a rock in my hand. Hmm. That sounds like I was diving for potatoes. No, it was just my hand that was submerged. It's also an exercise in self-control because I had to stop myself from screaming when a bug would run over my bare foot or hand...because I tell the girls not to scream and fuss when such things happen to them. So I have to practice what I preach. " It's a bug. So get over it." For the most part, the girls did very well and didn't complain.
They were enthralled with the free range chickens and climbed into their large fenced in area in order to commune with them more closely ( the electric fence was turned off, as opposed to last time when one of them got a significant jolt when she reached out to pick some flowers beyond the fence). They gathered and "adopted" some eggs. Two girls were insistent upon the fact that they were going to keep their egg warm for twenty eight days ( the length of time recommended by the farmer) so it could hatch. They named the egg Damien and took it everywhere that day...even to the lake, where it sat on a towel as the girls swam. I haven't seen hide nor shell of it today so I wonder how little Damien is faring.
But the big news is that I gave my notice at work yesterday. Yes, my dears, I am going to resign my position at AGS. It wasn't the digging in the potato field that pushed me over the edge. This is the result of many months of prayers, hopes, questions, and providential circumstances. It looks as if we are moving to Georgia in a couple of months and the commute would just be too much. I mean, I think half an hour is bad...! Try twenty four hours of driving. Too much wear and tear on the car, I think. So, it's been a fairly momentous decision and a lot has been happening in the last few months; things are falling into place in such a way that it looks like God is directing us out of our little nest and out into the great unknown. It's a good thing though; I'm pretty excited and looking forward to it. It's going to be a super busy next month and a half...In two weeks, we're flying out to California w/Nate and Pen to clean out Grandpa's house, which has been sold- hallelujah. And then, two weeks after we come home, I will quit work, start packing, attend the Feast of Harvest, and then drive down to GA to look for a house. Upon finding The House, wherever it may be, we will drive back, pack up, and move down. Back to back round trips from NH to GA...? Yes, we are crazy. I am dreading it like The Great Tribulation. I think maybe I should be sedated the entire way for both road trips. Sedation worked for the wisdom teeth extraction; why not this? Either that or have one of those mini-vans that has a DVD player...so I can pass the time in a happy, distracted, passive state. Ooog.