This week was challenging. I'm glad it's over. Nothing worth big drama, just a lot.
My adjuvant treatment, for gastric sarcoma, leaves me fatigued. I function well at work, in the morning. On hard days, I start to crash-land late morning. On moderate days, I crash-land mid afternoon. I can keep going until the end of the schedule. But it leaves a lot of "homework" and it takes a day to recover.
Three years ago, a "team" of managers harassed me into leaving for another position. Malicious gossip, ganging up, isolating, character assassination - I had thought about legal intervention - for libel - but in the end, moving on was the way to go. Let go, get over it, live well, forget it. Which I've done. Two of those managers were demoted, but one remained and ultimately has been promoted. This week I learned there will be a change of management at my current place. And the current, excellent manager is retiring, and a replacement is needed. The "ringleader" of that former "clique" applied for the job. After a lot of thought and missing sleep, I went to upper management and told them, I know it's wrong to say if she comes, I quit - but they need to know the repercussions. They have a lot of choices in managers. So we will see. I hate, truly honestly hate, workplace politics. Where I am now, I think I'm well liked, people are respectful, work together, and care about one another. It's a stressful, hard job, but there are days i look forward to going to work.
The rains started this week. Summer almost over. That means, less watering, and the trees and shrubs I planted will settle in. Some winter prep ahead. I tire too much to do it right. But some is better than none. I will like having the grass grow again, even with the need for mowing.
The newest batch of chickens is laying eggs now. One of the older hens manages a "prison break" every few days. I still haven't figured out how she escapes. One day the neighbor told me, her Pomeranian was fighting through the patio door,, with a brown hen on the other side pecking at the glass. Are any of my hens brown? Ummmmm yes. Our property is split, one acre on one side of the road, the other acre across the road. My partner housed the new pullets across the road, to grow bigger and not be murdered by the aggressive older hen - the one of Pomeranian-fighting fame. This week, said hen was missing. I looked in the yard, the neighbors yard.... no where. Gave up. Went across the road to feed the new hens. Collected 3 eggs, then saw movement under a tree. It's her! Tried to herd her back to her henhouse. No cooperation. Went back across the road to get a rake - helpful for herding chickens. Then saw her, she returned on her own. Across 2 fences and a road.
Damn chicken! But actually, impressive. Just stay out of the Zucchinis and Peppers and Irises.
Lots of fresh tomatoes now. I love the black varieties. We had another one this year, "Hawaiian Pineapple". So good. And all of those cherry tomatoes.
I hope wee don't go to war in Syria. I hate to say this, but I don't think it will do any good. Afghanistan - are they better? Iraq? I don't know about Libya. Egypt - a mess. Why would Syria turn out any better?
Loyal, aging dog at my feet. Achy, limpy, slow. I have to lift him into the car. So why, when I leave a can of cat food on the kitchen counter, or a slice of pizza, does he manage to steal that? The cat-food-fairy gives it too him?
Life continues to unfold. It's not bad. Glad I'm not in Syria.