Mother's Day at home...

When you live away from home twice as much as you live at home it can often seem a little unreal. I woke up this morning beside the woman I have been with over 30 years. She was comfortable and familiar and when my eyes were squeezed tightly shut everything seemed as it was meant to be. It was when I opened my eyes that things became confusing. I am so tuned in to my routine in camp that life 'at home' often seems a foreign and surreal place to me. I am in the garden tent at the moment. I have been transplanting seedlings from the small space in the 'planter' cups up to 4" and 8" pots. The greens of my yard is so green that it seems foreign to my mind which is used to the redish gray of the limestone dust which covers Kearl Lake 24 hours a day. I am drinking white wine and am enveloped in the mothers-cuddle that is the warm breezes of spring. My God I am glad to be an Ironworker! I have no work to stress over, no reports due! This is the reason why the profession of ironworking is so great! I have done my work and enjoyed my money and now I can sit unharassed in my garden and play guilt free with my tomato seedlings. And the only thing that might 'come up' would do so courtesy of Cialis which is covered by my benefits!! There is lots of reason that I could be feeling angst but I feel none. Instead I see my wife working in between the bleeding hearts and the Hostas. She is wearing cut-off jeans like we wore together 25 years ago and she still looks good to me! I swish the white wine in the glass and think about transferring tomatoes from the seed planting first pot to the 4" pot I use for stage 2. And I smile at my wife and tha I God I am an Ironworker and as such can do my job and. Can be proud of my pay and enjoy my life unharassed. Thank God I Am an Ironworker!!