Orts de Life

There’s a fog bank just hanging over there, and vague sunshine seeping in over there. Bits of good cheer keep creeping into my life just like that sunshine, and despite myself I must admit to being happy.

Marion E, that talented poet I publish here on occasion, has had a heart attack. That’s the bad bit of life at the moment. The good is that although she is still in intensive care, her heart shows no sign of damage. Oh, hurrah. I have adopted one of her words, “alcoholics….” into my life. She has four kids and three are alcoholic. She refers to them as her “alcoholics.” I like that a lot. I haven’t heard from my “alcoholics,” but you bet I’m praying for them on and off all through my day. I’m praying for Marion too.

I have turned all my problems over to G’s higher power…who is much more visible and functional than mine, and I seem to be taking it back less than I usually do.

After two years of hell on his job, G is finally letting go of the petty shit and finding laughter over and above the Dragon Lady and her erstwhile Lover (who worked hard to get G fired so the Lover could be moved down here). I think this letting go has helped his recovery from his fall. Every day he improves. This is simply and incredibly wonderful as far as I am concerned.

My friend Tehachap, from ITW, says she knows several people who do this upcoming job of mine, and they all like it. Oh, double hurrah. It sounds like fun to me. Mindless. But I felt as if I were jumping off a bridge into the completely unknown blank space below. Scary but adventuresome. I asked G when I got home why the interviewers kept telling me I was “interesting.” He just laughed.

Orts of life: Found serious mold on my old, garaged journals. I added bleach and latex gloves to my shopping list for today and G and I will kill it all this weekend after sterilizing the living room from all those dancing dust mites. We spent one hundred some on two birthdays last week so are seriously watching the budget this week but can afford the bleach for sure. More birthday’s next week and the week following. Everybody gets less as I have less. I don’t think my alcoholics will understand this, but oh well.

Taking down G’s tree. Started yesterday….two months of dust reached out to me with great enthusiasm. I saw those mites dancing and laughing with great glee as I approached that tree, and I would have run and hidden if I could. It looks as if our last little smattering of water out of the sky, called rain in some circles, has passed us by and I can move Grumpy out onto the street to work in the garage. Poor thing. I truly would go trade him in on a Trail Blazer if those trucks didn’t have exactly the same engine and fuel injectors…which are my current problem. A pox on the GM design team for this one.

The BizList Meeting will come to an end……tomorrow, and I publish the results of consensus and head nods then close the meeting late in the day. All but one item from this meeting gets carried over to the next one for votes. Although I always like to finish things in a timely manner, no one can agree this month on wording. No consensus without agreement, so I will enthusiastically attempt to find a replacement for me as Chair and move on to a new position. More fool me, I have already volunteered. As has my Secretary. She is going to make a wonderful treasurer.