How do I feel about organizing?
So once again, another month is here that I'm resisting. I've taken on little projects, but the big messes are still here lurking in the corners of my house. Sorry.
This weekend, instead of tackling my linen closet, or maybe the mess of all messes in my office, I went on a little olive picking and olive oil making vacation with Ian. We decided to be photo-journalists on the trip, but pictures can't really capture the feeling you get when you are up high on a ladder, swaying with the tree and hearing the soothing plink plunk of olives dropping into your picking basket. At one point, I was on the tippety toppest rung of the ladder ("get on that top rung of the ladder; it looks dangerous and it feels dangerous cause it IS dangerous"), straining on the tip of my toes to reach a perfectly plump and laden down frond...and I realized that there was nothing else holding me up but this lovely olive tree. And it really felt so nice.
What I learned on this trip:
1) Without a navigational tool I am a complete and utter direction loser.
2) With a navigational tool I STILL am a complete and utter direction loser.
3) Country roads all start to look the same when you're lost.
4) Junk food tastes so good.
5) Olive picking is hard work and yield is small. 50 pounds of olives will give you about 3/4 of a gallon of olive oil.
6) When you fall out of a tree, make sure you've got your arm tucked tight around a sturdy limb.
7) There's nothing like one-on-one time with your kid.
Picking, Sorting, Grinding