Repetition all over again.
It’s not really Monday already, is it? Ought to be an interesting week, as we try and juggle getting 2 kids to school in complete opposite directions in the city … thank God for Norwood Lateral (which connects the 2 parallel highways in Cincinnati, I-71 and I-75). Our days are full and busy, tiring — spent mostly in the car and the highway traffic.
I’m enjoying the mix of Sumatra Iskadar and Kenyan Peaberry, smooth and full. I am slowly trying to spread the truth about fresh, home roasted coffee, and perhaps develop a little “cottage” industry of Jip’s Java. Take and fulfill some orders. Print some labels. Overwork my little roaster. Perhaps.
Demolition starts next week on the bathroom. Quite excited to see that begin.
Oh yeah, the “new” site design. In time I’ll finish it up. In time (no time right now).
Living is expensive. Money out the door just to survive. I have no clue how anyone does it without being in debt. I suppose this is why many women work — the pressure to have things, materials, the freshest, newest, shiniest of everything. What a sacrifice to make, to work for “stuff” rather than work for your kids, to be there, available, supportive. I don’t see how it’s worth it (when there isn’t the necessity to work).