Poor Miya Maria. She drew the short Canada Day photo op straw. (Don't feel too bad, she had a chunk of roast chicken as her reward!) TAKEN: JULY 1st, 2023 |
When the Canada Day long weekend was
approaching, it is safe to say my Weather Network app was getting ten times more screen action than
everything else installed on my phone.
I will compare it to a flip of the coin scenario.
Rain we stay in town. Sun we stay at the cottage. Well, sunshine prevailed for
the entire weekend marking the fact that I officially got moved in.
It has been several years since I have lived
here for 100% of the season. I am glad to be back and am very grateful that this is the first time
in my entire career, that I only commute to the brick-and-mortar office with the
fancy sign out front just once a week.
When I changed jobs a year and a half ago, I
negotiated that I would work from home two days a week. Two led to three, then
three led to four. I am hoping by the end of the year, everything will be done via ZOOM.
Though I manage my time well and my boss is
pleased with my productivity, my workdays definitely last longer when working
from my home or cottage offices. Why? This doggie daycare/obedience school thing-a-ma-hoochie I am running has a very strict schedule that must be adhered to.
So, I start an hour earlier everyday to
ensure our 9:30am and 2pm breaks get rid of any excess energy, and they will sleep
at my feet for the duration. With two puppies and a high energy senior on point,
I need to keep them on track, or all hell breaks loose.
I am serious when I share that I will be working
away and balls and toys start getting banged into my legs or dropped at my feet and I must firmly say,
“Stop... It isn’t nine thirty yet!”
And believe it or not, they stop and settle until
my phone pings that it’s time for recess. I’m not complaining just reflecting. Never
a dull moment, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Well, maybe the shitty internet connection because of all the rock that surrounds me, but that’s a post for another day.