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Omigod, check it out. I should have figured this out!

The Master Gardener class is filled with mostly middle-aged women, as well as several older gents in the landscaping business. I wasn't the oldest, ugliest, fattest, or least interesting. (Yeah. Grade school stuff. Sorry. I can't help it. I just don't bother fighting it anymore.)

I know it might be difficult for me to finish all the requirements for certification (i.e., volunteer time) so I signed up right away for the "coffee committee" which means I have to get there early each day and stay a little later to clean up. And it also means 2 hours a week for all of February and March - yikes! February is next week! - of "other" volunteer hours. I need 30 of those, and 45 of the "Big Three" which I cannot begin until after I pass the exam in April. The Big Three are 1) telephone hotline, 2) diagnostic plant lab, and 3) tick lab.

Guess who signed up for coffee committe with me? Yup, you guessed it. Every single one of the landscaping guys. I'll probably be jockeying with them all winter for hours.

Anyway, I can do this. I'm excited about the possibility of finishing and obtaining the certification, even if we end up leaving here, at which point I'd have to do it all over again wherever I end up. But I haven't finished anything in a damned long time. (Okay, that's the old speak. I finished up Mom's estate. I finished taking care of her. I finished getting this house into the kind of shape we require. But the difference is, these were things that had to be done, and not my choice. This course, this goal, is my choice, and something just for me.)

I'm pumped. See you early Thursday morning, over coffee duty, guys! Then it's off to Port Townsend and a future unknown, as indeed, it always is.