Right now as is often the case, I am completely surrounded by the canine team. All four canines are about as close as they can possibly be to me and my chair. After logging some cold time out in the kennel and taking a big run around the forest, they are tired. Unfortunately, when dogs sleep, they frequently ooze from one position to another. This crowding causes my rolling office chair to ooze away from my keyboard.
I have very short legs, so when I type, I’m usually sitting cross legged in my chair. Cami weighs in at about 50 pounds. So with no human feet on the ground and a number of hefty canines leaning on the chair, the whole ergonomic situation has become decidedly questionable.
In other less claustrophobic news, this week I went to my first Master Gardener class. Assuming I can make it through all the classes and the volunteer requirements, at some point later this year I’ll be an Idaho Master Gardener. We shall see.
In some ways, I find the whole idea of me being called any kind of gardener somewhat ludicrous. I mean, I’m the same person who rolled her eyes and whined as her mother wandered through countless gardens spouting Latin names. ("Mom, I don’t care if the viola wittrockiana is lovely, it just looks like a pansy to me!")
However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve found I like plants. They are very unlike computers in just about every way and I need variety in my life. Plus, I’m a big fan of anything that affirms Spring. Sure I managed to nuke my rosemary plants (okay, I don’t have to buy *that* spice at the grocery store for a long time now). And I have a number of struggling little plants that will probably die in my windowsill. But Spring means the prospect of more sunlight.
So lately, I’ve decided that Sheryl Crow has come up with my new theme song (from the "C’mon, C’mon" album):
"I’m gonna soak up the sun
Gonna tell everyone
To lighten up (I’m gonna tell ’em that)"
Yep…I can think of quite a few people that could use some of that advice 🙂