That's what I did for the last two days. Sorting stuff for Goodwill/trash. I haven't showered and I probably smell like a goat. I'm about to go slap some color on my hair, which will be followed by a shower, so I will be fit for human contact tomorrow.
The dropped stitch scarf is on the home stretch, I'm within a foot of finishing, so I could finish it tonight, or Saturday for sure. Tomorrow is shaping up to be a busy day, by the new standard of "not having a real job" definition of "busy." I have quite a few things on my agenda. I make a list of things I need to get done in my planner, and tomorrow's list is imposing, and I have an actual social item on the list for tomorrow night. So Saturday looks like scarf finishing day. And I'll pull some weeds if the rain holds off, clean something indoors if it doesn't, maybe paint the bedroom trim if it's not too dark and gloomy.
I'm getting into this not working business, I have things to do but it's a totally different sort of busy from having a real job. Things are getting done, progress is made daily, but it's so RELAXED. Going back to work is going to be a culture shock for sure, and one I need, because I am a lot more productive when I work. L (who was laid off from her job a week before I was) also remarked about this when we compared notes. The "not working" life happens at a different speed than the "working" life, and we have slowed down to the pace of not working. If this is what retirement is like (and considering my current financial status I don't expect to ever really know) I would probably have to keep working a part time job to give structure to my schedule. Otherwise, I'm a slacker. It's too easy to start congratulating myself for the smallest accomplishments and pretend I had a full, busy day.
Related to not having enough to do: tomorrow I'm doing another dognapping - Girl doesn't really need me to watch her dog, who has adjusted to his new home perfectly and is fine even when she's working her 12 on Saturday, but I begged, on the grounds that I will be moving away and I need to be weaned off him gradually. So I will take a load of stuff to her, and return with my granddog. Higgins will be slightly pissed, but Murphy and Boris will be glad to see him. I will have him for two nights and that will be enough, I'll gladly give him back on Sunday.
Boy is supposed to fly down next week to get Girl's old car, which was their father's car, and take it back to NC. While he is here I will get him to make one run to Goodwill with me to help shift some of the heavier things that I don't really want to lift on my own, lest I regret it later.
I hit a couple of people for reference letters, and since we are supposed to have a rainy weekend that may make painting impossible, I really, truly will update my resume and get myself out there and look for a job. Because I'm enjoying not working too much, I sleep 9 hours at night, I get a few things done during the day and call it enough, it's so damn relaxing. I need to either get a job or find myself a sugar daddy, and my observations and calculations have led me to conclude that a 50 year old woman's sugar daddy is most likely going to be pushing 80. Yeah, I think I'll go get a job. If I want to deal with someone over 80 I can go visit my mom. If I can't find a sane, functional man in my own age bracket, I'd rather be a cougar than a geriatric's idea of a young thing.
ETA: Yes, I know I will be 80 someday if I'm lucky. And I'm looking forward to it. I plan to be an outrageous old lady, and I'd love to have an outrageous old man at my side when I get there. Which is why the sugar daddy thing now is a bad plan for later. OTOH, a cute 40 year old would be good....
Good Lord. This is going to sound patronizing, which horrifies this 28-year-old, but here goes. You are so determined and plucky, and I love that. Hee. Your family is so lucky to have you, and I have no doubt that you'll be one of those old ladies that girls my age look forward to being.
ReplyDeleteI was at the Goodwill just the other day, and it must be the season for de-junking, because they were stacked to the gills, and the spillover from the loading dock was nothing short of epic. I should go shopping and see what other people have dropped off, but I suspect that that defeats the purpose, or some hooey.
Good luck with the job search! The market may be bad, but I bet you're still among the best of the enlarged applicant pool....
--Shana in Missouri
catherine,
ReplyDeleteonly male goats smell.......and that is only during breeding season
my little doe violet smells like june, and honey and alfalfa.......
she is the best smell in the world
vi
My mother's life goal, as told to my father when they were just dating, and since adopted by myself, is to grow up to be an eccentric old woman.
ReplyDeleteWe figure we've got the eccentric part down, the rest should be easy.
when people used to ask LD what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would answer "I want to be a retired highway worker."
ReplyDeleteYeah. I want to grow up to be retired.
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I don't leave comments very often (because most of the time I don't think I have anything to add to the conversation) but I really do read your blog regularly. . .You are my hero. I mean it. I am inspired by your strength.
ReplyDeleteI'm voting for a cute 40 year old for you. (I'm secretly voting for a cute 40 year old who is loaded, but I don't want him to know that.)
Skoal!
Oh, a cute 40 year old who is loaded, who doesn't want a 27 year old so he can start breeding the next family, yeah. The kids are an issue - I really am not overly fond of kids. Loved my own, tolerated/was fond of other kids, but the big problem with younger men is that they can come with sullen 9 year old baggage. Not interested. So we have to be specific when we visualize. Viz one with lots of nieces and nephews to satisfy his not too strong parental urges. And he must like dogs.
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