The Queen's Rambles

I love beautiful fall weekends. I could live without the rain, but I guess that’s what you get when you live in this area–random thunder storms after days of weather bliss.

There was no school on Friday, so Mike took the day off and our Camp Fire club went out to a fall pumpkin festival corn maze type thing.

I am going to editorialize and say a good time was had by all. Except one dad. Poor guy has a heck of a time with this kids. The older one kept running off and the younger one has some delays. The dad finally called it a day when the younger one peed his pants right as a bee stung the dad’s finger.

Our family had a wonderful time. I even got a fun picture of Elsa.

I’d never been to a pumpkin patch or corn maze until we moved out here. Do they have such a thing in Oregon? I don’t think corn grows in the high desert. My hometown grows potatoes and hay.

I really love the tradition and am thrilled that we’ve found a super cool farm to call “our place.” In the past we went to the orchard down the road from us. It’s super expensive and doesn’t have all the much to do. It has fun decorations, but what kid wants to look at a bunch of painted pumpkins when they could be doing something instead? The place we went to this weekend had the corn maze, several smaller mazes, a corn pit, two jumping pillows, a playground, two sets of big slides, ducky races and other things that I can’t remember right now.

In other news, I am kicking around the idea of “what do I want to do when Elsa starts school?”

I always said that I would just sub. The hours are perfect, even if the pay is crap. But you know what? I don’t like other people’s children. I don’t want to work with kids in any capacity (other than volunteering at my children’s school/events to make life better for them).

But. . . the thought of working full time freaks me out. Who is going to cook? Who is going to clean? Who is going to do laundry? When will I work out?

But. . . if I was working we would have more money and could move into a single family home a lot more quickly. And our retirement fund would grow! And we could travel.

Maybe a part time office job will come up in the future. No need to borrow trouble now. I want to get a Masters, but I have no idea what I want to study. Makes it kind of hard to write a personal statement and all that jazz. I don’t think “I need a job so I can make money, and be fulfilled, but I don’t want to work too hard” is going to cut it.