Filibuster diligently...

My name is blue canary, one note spelled l-i-t-e.

So the rate of posting has been going faster than I anticipated. When Chrissie and I were formulating this blog we casually talked about how a post a week from the both of us would be a nice minimum rate to go at and knowing how we work I really thought that would be the pace that we'd keep. It seems though that every time I put a new post up, Chrissie has one moments later, and so, I guess it's my job to keep up!

But, I don't really have anything new to say at the moment, so I think I'll talk a little bit more about myself and pass that buck off to Chrissie.

I grew up in the country. I'm Asian. You wouldn't think that these two things have a lot to do with each other, but they do for me.

When you live out in the country there are a lot of jobs that a kid can get under the age of 16. The earliest job you can get is picking strawberries during summer vacation after sixth grade. From there you can move onto other illustrious summer jobs like picking other berries for a higher dollar-to-pound pay ratio (whoo!), or spinach roving for an actual dollar-per-hour wage (whoo-whoo!).

I say that with sarcasm now, but I can remember talking about getting one of those jobs with wistful tones and dreamy eyes. "Next year, we can go onto this blah job and buy this blah stuff with all the extra money!" The prospect of all that extra money was intoxicating. I think I blew all of my money of Magic cards...

Anyway, back to me and being Asian. Like all good little Asian boys, I did what my parents told me to do, and they told me to work. It's funny to think back on it now, they didn't even consult me about it. They just signed me up and then a week before work told me that I was going to go do such-and-such. I can't even remember if I raised a fuss. So, starting the summer after sixth grade I started picking strawberries. Then, the summer of seventh grade I was a spinach rover. Then, the summer of eigth grade, I picked blueberries on my father's farm. I did that all the way until I was sixteen when I could finally join the proud workforce of the retail sector! Which I did.

To get the point of the post - life is funny. Ironic funny. When I was working those summer jobs I hated them. The jobs were physically exhausting, they were outside where it was wet and cold in the morning, then hot and dusty in the afternoon, and maybe worst of all, they took away part of your summer vacation. Summer vacations were precious, and now that I'm an adult, I realize just how precious they were, because damnit I'll never have anything like that again! Why was it my lot to spend part of them working? So, if you were to ask the Aaron of yester-then what he would be doing with his free time when he was an adult he would say, "Something inside."

What do I find myself doing these days? Busting my butt in the yard, trying to make a little piece of Eden on this world. And enjoying it even. Life, you are a tricky minx.