05/01/2013

 Time seems to be moving by quicker, but I seem to be going slower.

Sent out my resume for a quick read by a fancy, well-established, successful person whose opinion I respect and whose friendship means a lot even if i go for weeks and weeks without any contact. (and also one to brother, who i hold near and dear because, well he’s awesome and s-m-r-t and can catch even the smallest typos).

About to send it off with some trepidation. Yes, I need work. Yes, I am extremely worried about what will happen when the money stops. But also, yes, I am enjoying these days where I am committed to no one but myself. I totally ‘get’ retirement now. Who knows though.. ask again in two weeks, I’ll probably be bashing my skull against the wall. In a funny chat with mom yesterday (where i had to humbly ask for $ to help with a dentist appointment that was scheduled prior to unemployment, when things like dental work were possible), she said "i don’t know how i ever had time to go to work". 

Today, I took my coffee on the lanai. Heh (i don’t have a lanai, i have a front porch. i just like to make things sound fohncytime.u.s.a). I’m writing this quick note, then I’m going to send off my resume, then I’m going to go do some work in Harold’s yard. He’s the elderly fella next door.I drove him to the hospital yesterday so he could sit with his wife for a few hours and insisted the offer was on the table to do so everyday should he be up to it… so I expect after lunch, i’ll run him up there again. No worries, it’s a five minute drive, and gets me out of the house for just a little bit. The route takes me through the "Depot District" and is a reminder that even though I live right outside this thriving metropolis with all it’s urban grit, I’ve chosen to plop my butt down in small town u.s.a… this comes with it’s own set of problems, but is still a nice and welcome change.

The laundry is piling up to the same proportions of great magnitude that we had pre-washer&dryer. Work is being done in the laundry room – the old wood paneling and water stained plaster is coming down and the ceiling is being patched. Once that is dry, it gets one more good scrub down and the final length of conduit will be set so the wiring for the electric in the kitchen can be pulled. My sweet babies are covered with furniture covers and bubble wrap, rendering them useless until that mess is cleaned up. Issok though, laundry day will be devoted to laundry, and i’ll watch old movies all day and run up and down the stairs and fold things and put them away and make room for shorts and things and stow away winter things in big containers.

Yesterday, the thermometer in my car read 89 when i took Harold home from the hospital. It was a hot, hot night. Our winter storm windows are still in place, and the only fresh air to be had is a little boomerang slit at the bottom of them. There are no window units, fans or central ac in this house. It was a miserable, hot night… we’ve gotta get some screens up so we can air out this place, stat. Luckily, it’s back to the 60s tomorrow, so summer isn’t hear to stay. Still, though, that little taste we had was enough to make me worry about hot days ahead.

And with that, good day to you. I’m off to get this computer junk out of the way and get back outside.