The Junior Forest Warden event yesterday was fabulous. The weather was perfect. We just beat the snow that came last night.
The event was held at the acreage of one of our JFW member’s. We went on a nature walk led by a guy who has a vast knowledge of flora, fauna, and fungi. He’s able to tell you about pretty much anything that lives in the wild. If it’s medicinal, nutritional, or otherwise. He’s just fascinating and we always learn so much when he leads a nature walk.
During the walk I got inspired. I think Nature Journals would be a wonderful project to undertake with the kids. A great keepsake that they can always have. I’m going to do some research and set it up as an activity.
After the walk we had roasted chickens over the fire and baked potatoes and carrots for lunch. It was delicious. Then we made make-shift cheese cakes. You take a pitta bread, cut it open, spread the inside with cream cheese and jam, wrap it in foil, and put it over the fire on the grill. Let it sit there for several minutes and the results are yummmy.
After the JFW event, I went off to work at the bookstore. We were very busy which had the advantage of making the shift go by quickly. There was a lady customer that came in who absolutely no concept of personal space. None! Every time I backed up she took a step closer. And then she’d lean right in close to my face to talk to me. Sheesh. I wanted to shout, “Back off!” But I remained professional and fortunately our interaction was short lived.
Most of the people I work with are quite young. 17-21 yrs old. But there is one lady who is a bit older than me, and we get to having some nice talks. She told me she’s disappointed that I’m quitting which, of course, makes me feel nice. But then she told me it’s because she’s having a rough time there and she’ll miss seeing a friendly face. Apparently she’s been called into the office a few times for not being a team player or something. I think she’s very nice and helpful. Personally I think SHE should quit. Jobs are a dime a dozen at the moment. Mind you, maybe she isn’t be a team player. How should I know?
The last thing I’ll talk about is how annoyed I am that my basement (where my computer is) smells like dog pee. Cleo must have gone pee down here last night. Geez! I can’t stand that. The worst is that I can’t find where she did it. Damn dog. I love her, but fricken fracken &*^%$( ^%$^%^* DOG!!!!! Sigh.