Time Travel

From the list left on the dining room table, it looked like roomie was giving herself the rest of the week, between her teaching assignments, to
[ ] get the bookkeeping for 6 years of taxes for 3 different businesses forwarded to the accountant
[ ] buy a bed for delivery to the new place
[ ] book the movers, truck and moving date
[ ] plan the house-closing and the house-warming "open studio" parties
[ ] digitize the huge binder of site surveys

[ ] storyboard the short film, book filiming dates

[ ] record some cover songs and make charts for a new jam buddy 

[ ] SELL the gas guzzler jalopy

Seeing it, Jill felt bad for feeling frazzled for her weekly project load.  She had 4 pony club students that needed 4 lessons before the show in two Sundays, on top of her school work, choirs, office job duties and job interviews.  Instead of making an appt with eye doctor and dermatologist like she intended, she replied to the email,  "Almost like a camp! How about Friday Monday Wednesday and Friday at 11am?  Who's farm?"

What she really wanted to be doing was learning how to grow food, and cook it and preserve it and such.  It really freaked her out to realize that 60% of our existing farms were at risk of disappearing in the next 10 years.  And that the remaining agricultural lands were to be managed by immigrants and others from non-farm backgrounds.  Jill even wanted to feed the soil!  Because she had studied how treating the soil well leads to improved crop quality.

Despite having three really nice dates with three really nice guys in the last week, Jill vowed to forgo repeat social outings until things were quieter...  she had her dreams of Tronas to keep her company afterall.

And when would she find herself some time to find herself a horse buddy for some training rides?