Our garden is going gangbusters right now - we finally killed all but one of last year's kale plants, but another round are getting big and tasty. Potatoes are looking impressive, peas are getting big as well.
That said, I am not the gardener in the household (apparently I am the handyperson). So while R's garden is very happy, I am not happy with fixing the bricklefritzen leak under the sink instead of refinishing the deck like I had planned (not to mention building some stairs, building a bookshelf etc. etc).
Outside of home life I am suddenly involved in 2 different start-up businesses, 3 if you count my own. That makes a funny fit for this crusty socialist, but I am sick to the nadgers of working for others. All good causes/goals, but I want to make a good living at it too, so we'll see. Still working the 'day' job also, where I deal with extreme violent behaviours in exchange for micro-pay and good coworkers.
Things are changing for the good, but I am feeling a mite impatient at the rate - perhaps because 40 is coming in about 8 weeks? Truth be told things weren't so bad before, aside from the micro-pay issue. Kids are healthy and amazing, R is the same. I lost 25 lbs over the last year, my parents moved out to the Coast so I see them weekly instead of yearly.