Here We Stand At The Edge Of The Drive.

I have, lately, obviously not been posting. I’ve come to this page many times, prepared to write, but when it comes to crunch time, I simply could not come up with the words. Writer’s block? I have no idea, but it seems that now I can bust out at least a little something. So, what’s been going on with Mickey and family in the past month or so? I have gone to a few job interviews, one of which stands out.

A couple of mondays ago, I was going to an interview at a billiards company. It would’ve paid quite a bit, and been a clerical position. Well, as I pulled into my parking space, my foot decided to get caught on something under the brake pedal. Now, at the speed I was going, it’s likely that the car’s tires would have merely bumped the curb and stopped, albeit a little roughly. Well, fact is not ideal. In my panic at not being able to reach the brake, my movements caused my heel to hit the gas. Just for a second, but enough to jump the curb. It’s then that I noticed a person in front of me. He, as could be expected of anyone, was quite surprised. Another panicked tap on the gas put him on my hood, undamaged, his feet poiting toward the sky. It’s then that I hit the wall of the billiards place, literally a half inch from a plate-glass window. I took pictures. Now, the sudden inertia caused this man to pivot on his posterior, his feet coming toward the wall. This, of all things, broke his ankle. He stood up, making gestures as though he was sorry, or scared, or ‘Please stop running me down now’. I got out and asked if he was okay, because at this point he was standing up and didn’t appear hurt. Behind me I hear, “He’s okay. He’s okay.”. It was his foreman. He was a landscaper, and didn’t speak english, and was communicating to his foreman that he didn’t want anything to come of this. Well, you can wish in one hand and pee in the other, because that’s when doors flung open, and the place flooded with witnesses, camera phones in hand, pointint and clicking, and calling the cops. A cop appeared within two minutes on a motorcycle. He asked what was going on, and all of that other stuff, such as giving me a drunk test and such. He then went to tend to the victim. At this time, the man I was to interview with came out and asked if I was here for an interview. I told him yes, at which point he said it was fine if I wanted to come back another day, or if I wanted to do the interview after the cops left. Yep, at this point there are firefighters and multiple cops. Yadda yadda yadda, the cops and firefighters leave, a truck comes along, grabs the victim, and vanishes speedily, and the only people there are me and the first cop. He leaves, after my car is back in its proper space, and I go into my interview. Needless to say I didn’t get the job.

Besides that, I am likely to be working for the Wal-Mart distribution center soon. I’ll be working a three day full-time schedule. Full benefits after 90 days, and the best part, $15 an hour! I look forward to it, because we’ll still be able to buy our house.

So, Shasta’s enjoying her library job, and in fact hated the thought of leaving it for me to find a day job. Luckily, my schedule at the distribution center would not cause schedule conflict at all. She’s also still very cute and princessy, and as good a wife as always. We had a couple of months where we were fairly smarmy to each other, but one day we talked and made the decision to stop. Life’s working out nicely for us.

Cade has gotten his first tooth. In fact, his first two teeth. They appeared on the 20th. No wonder he was such a screamy monster last week. Not that we didn’t know. But still, no wonder. He and I have a lot of fun during the days we have together. We play, we talk, we roughhouse, and go outside for walks or golf. He’s also standing up and using furniture to cruise around the room. He’s such a little mover. People everywhere are so surprised at how much he moves around. even when he’s asleep. He’s the best little son.

Now, to a different subject altogether. Golf. When my in-laws bought this land, for some reason there was a set of golf clubs out back. Balls, too. Of course, Ron and I had to learn to play, because what else do you do with so much land and a set of clubs? Well, since then, it’s become an addiction. I even built a little golf course out back that covers a couple of acres. Just three holes, but three holes of pure unadulterated fun. I love golf.

A couple of nights ago, I was out in the brush searching for balls(I slice occasionally), and I noticed a desert fox shadowing me. Cute little thing. I stood up straight, and stared at it. All of a sudden, it just comes trotting straight toward me. Now, I don’t want rabies, or whatever crazy virus this little guy might have, and I don’t want him used to humans either, because some of the rednecks around here would likely love to kill a fox just to do it. So, sadly, I had to yell and wave my arms and chase it off. I tell ya, though, me and that little guy coulda been good buddies.

I need to post more.