So Patrick read last year that the traditional time to plant peas is by the moonlight of St. Patrick's Day. I'm not sure why--good luck? Faster harvest? Sweeter peas? In any case, we went for it with a flashlight in hand.
This is our third or fourth year planting peas, and I'm in love with them. Fresh peas are just so wonderful. And little Fisher loves them too, so we plant extras for him.
Well, it's Humpday. I haven't had to worry about that in over a year, but now I remember what it is like!
The job is a bit overwhelming, as all new jobs are, I suppose. Lots of people to meet, offices to locate. Software to learn. Procedures to get down. The hospital's campus is pretty big, so it will take me awhile to figure out, I think. I spent most of today wrestling with a dictation machine--who knew that people still dictate into micro-cassettes anymore?! My boss does, and typing up the letters is one of my jobs. The machine has little foot pedals for rewind and stuff, which cause my legs to cramp up. Everyone is nice and helpful, though I don't know all their names yet.
My commute isn't too bad--Patrick drops me off at the train in the morning, I take it to my stop (about 30 minutes), and then take a bus to the front door of my office (usually 10 minutes, including waiting around for the bus). On the way home I don't bother with the bus--I just walk the mile to the train. Then take the train home, then a bus to the bottom of my street, and then walk up my hill. Actually, now that I've typed it out it sounds like a major pain. I predict that it will get old fast.
I moved to Malden, MA in April of 2006. I'm trying to get to know my new community, so I'm involved in lots of volunteer efforts around town. Most of my free time is spent on knitting and gardening. And watching Netflixed episodes of Babylon 5.