Yes, I am.  In addition to seeking employment, I’m not doing a lot else.  Stuff costs money, right?  Glad I’ll soon have the diversion of going “home” for a visit with my folks.  Meanwhile, I thought I’m make a list of things on my mind:

I’m scared of my basement; I just don’t like going down there.  I MUST suck it up, though and make a point of going down there once a month at least to be sure things are OK in this old house.  It’s those fat, long-legged humpy crickets……

Beloved Rumer is old, too.  Her hearing is really bad, and her vision is the same.  She fell down the other day when we were walking.  It’s distressing.  I’ve started her on glucosamine to try and ease her arthritic pain; hope it helps.

I have watched HOURS of movies and such on Netflix:  the instant play list is pretty darn long.  Officially a Gleek now, too.  Good free entertainment.  Thank you!  The company has flexed to meet consumer’s needs since 1999; I joined soon after, and wish I had bought stock.  If it ever went public.

My second unemployment check is in the bank, just in time for bills.  Not that it is by any means enough.

You’d think my house would be clean, but it really isn’t.  Dis-motivated from such lofty goals.

Job applications.  Every day.

Reading The Lacuna (Barbara Kingsolver), and will watch The Last Station (about Trotsky) to see how compatible the two versions are.  Thinking big here.

I’m boring myself, can’t imagine what it’s like for you.  Onward…..

PS:  the BF is back in.

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