Seven Things

I can't seem to compose a post unless I have a number system.  Must have way to organize thoughts, like ape woman living in forest.  Put stones in lines.  Not that there's anything wrong with being an ape woman, I have total respect for apes.  Ape sister mother goddess, I am not putting you down, man.  WOman.  I mean.

1. I am now working in a place that helps families who have worries about their children.  It makes me feel a lot of sympathy for the families who call while at the same time relieved for myself that I don't have to deal with these particular problems.  And they are very particular problems, every phone call is very much the same while I scribble incomprehensibly (to my co-workers) on my form.  It's interesting, and there is a lot to know and I don't really have to know it but it would probably be a little bit helpful to know more than I do.  Work provides a lot of avenues, always.  It gives you a window into a little world you never thought you would know.  Work is good.  Me like work.

2. There are a lot of places I can go.  I am less afraid than I was last year.  Last year I was less afraid and more confident than the year before.  Hell, by the time I'm 75, I will be READY.  Rarin' ta go.  The old woman will finally know what she wants to do.

3. Stephen's company is laying off a gabillion people on Wednesday.  He doesn't think it will be him because we have figured it would be him for the past dozen years and he is the last remaining guy of his tribe, now he has joined another tribe and one just never knows.  The workers, they just go and go and go on Wall Street and yet my husband remains.  Goodbye, good workers, or not-so-good workers, mediocre workers, where are the men we loved and miss?  My husband is truly alone.  What will happen when he loses his job and it's on us to figure out what happens next is anybody's guess?  I'm guessing we'll become all commune-y and start making music and art and food and no money!  Whee!  Shite.  Scary and exciting and scary, all at the same time.  This is a time of change, people.  Let us hope the Capaciouses do not end up on the street.

4. Why did I ever stop listening to this Gorillaz CD?  Holy kamoley, it's GREAT. 

5. By the way, I'm totally going blind.  The doctor said I had a sty and gave me antibiotic drops but I'm convinced it's my new lens solution, the kind that gives you an eye infection that causes irreversible blindness.  If there are spelling mistakes from now on, it's because I can't see what I'm typing.  Forgive me.

6. What else?  I think of so much type-y stuff all week and then it disappears out of my sorry little head.  Sad.

7. I have to get up early tomorrow and get both kids off to school and myself to work a little earlier than usual (always a problem) and why am I up late, drinking wine and typing on my blawg?  Lawsamercy, I'll be sorry in the morning.
   

Comments

[Susanne]

But that's what one always does, isn't it? Every time I have to get up early I stay up late. It's a law, or something.

I'm glad to hear about your new job.
And I have been guilty of list-posts myself.
It's nice to hear from you.

[qt]

I'll keep my fingers crossed for Stephen.

I stay up WAY too late on the regular.

[janelle]

hoorah you were sitting up and sipping wine and writing on your blog! hoorah! more more please. x janelle

[hele]

1. I'm craving a honest to goodness job after all this studying but I still have 2 years to go.

2. We might also be out on the street soon. On a property where ten people live we are the only two paying towards the bond.

3. I hope your husband remains standing.

4. I wish I was Babara Kingsolver writing a book about growing my own vegetables.

[crazymumma]

yay to drunken blogging!

[liv]

what is a blawg, anyway? :-)

[Daisy]

Guys behind me on the train were talking about law firm profits this year -- Guy A cited one firm that had a huge profit (bonuses for the partners!) and were laying off 15 secretaries next week.

Good luck to you -- and hey, I'm with you on being 75 -- we'll take over the world.