A lot of mixed things going on…
Boys are back in school, so I don’t have to help with the babysitting as much.
Phoebe, our 6 month old Pomeranian, just got spayed yesterday, and she has been a handful. She wants to run, she wants to jump, she wants to lick her stitches. She cries when I put her in her kennel, she wants to jump off the bed when I keep her on the bed. She doesn’t get to run free for another 13 days. September 10th. I’m counting.
I haven’t been writing, I’m trying to decompress, which is a bullshit excuse for not writing. I just haven’t felt up to it. I also remind myself I’m not getting younger and I need to get going. I’ve actually decided to make each chapter a seperate word file, hopefully if I compartmentalize, I can get each file done.
Diamond called me back… I’ve been offered a job provisionally, depending on what my references say to them. I don’t want to jinx it, I hope the offer still stands. There’s still some stuff to discuss with Tammy regarding transportation and logistics, but I think my job hunt is over.
It’s been hard to write also with the prospect of being unemployed for a while hanging over me. One of the last conversations I had with my dad before he died was about how hard it was for him to find a job around here, when he lived here. Sure, it was the 70’s, but those words have haunted me. I want to make life here work. I need to learn to drive, I need to work on my health, I need to write. I need to make this work.