But, that was weeks ago. Garden's planted, and looks acceptable - if weedy - from my brief glances at it. The Bantu beans saved from last year look promising - beans are less likely to cross-pollinate than some thing. The mosquitoes are super-abundant; it might be time for me to invest in some sort of anti-mosquito treatment for at least the half-acre of yard closest to the house, if only for the safety and comfort of people running the gauntlet from the garage to the side door. The new-this-year front yard bee/butterfly bed also looks good; the hummingbirds approve of the bee balm.
After "resetting" (cleaning) the refrigerator, I am now back to hitting at least one farmer's market every week - mostly the LM market. The goal is to make it to two markets a week. The Jenifer street market had no parking and seemed to lean toward product rather than produce; the South Madison market is much more my style. The hard part is extracting myself from work during market hours, but it will be worth the effort.
I've entered a couple of recipe contests (http://www.mooneyfarms.com/contest/ and http://contest.awayfromhomecooking.com/). I do obsess about a contest for a day or two, but I restrict myself to one standard grocery trip, a single test of the recipe, and prizes that seem interesting. No Facebook contests: those are about companies adding to their Facebook numbers, and contestants pestering their friends for votes - neither of which has anything to do with the quality of the food. Within those confines, it's a fun intermittent hobby. It may well be that nothing comes of my entries - except a well-stocked refrigerator - and that's fine.
We had an excellent gaming weekend recently. I got to play Caverna again - the forgiving Agricola, for players who don't want to end the game exhausted (yet wanting to play again). On that Sunday, C came up to visit and we took her to Body Worlds.
Fourth of July was celebrated by helping Z scrape and paint her garage - one in a long list of nitpicky demands from her city. Then we sat in the alley and watched the neighbors' legally-questionable fireworks display. They were very polite and entertaining.
I am still getting compliments on the new haircut, despite it being riddled with gray and in need of a trim.
Work continues to take its cut, but possibly my work ethic has been trimmed back to a more survivable level, at least where the job itself is concerned. I think I'm working fewer hours but getting just as much done: most of that extra time was just spent fretting, anyway.