Monday: The interview happened. Please don't ask me about it because the minute I'm done I freeze up and can't answer and just think I've done terribly. But it happened and it is over with so I don't have that over me any longer.
Wednesday: I got my Viking's sewing box, what my mother, Ammy, and I have always called her Treasure Box. It is a plastic sewing box with a shelf for spools of thread and what not and an open bottom for trim et al. I admired it always, for as long as I can remember. It was kept in her bathroom, the one in her bedroom back in Delaware and I was always fascinated by it. On one of my last visits with Ammy, she said "I know what you want when I'm gone, you want my sewing box". And so I did. I'll post a picture of it once I get a good one. I don't know that you'll appreciate it the way I do but then, you didn't grow up with it. A friend at work said "yeah, you know, that looks exactly like something you'd find when deep sea diving or something." I was always enamored with it and now it is mine. It was filled with threads and trim, buttons, and an odd assortment of luggage tags. I think I liked those the most because they have my grandparents' names on them and 1109 Mayflower Drive, the house they lived in together, the house I lived in for a year when we first moved to Delaware. I took out the sewing stuff and moved it to a knitting bag and have since filled it with makeup and jewelry. But I will never get rid of the trim, buttons, thread, luggage tags. Never.
That same day I stopped at the wine and beer store after work and the woman who runs it asked if I'd like to come in and help on Fridays, three hours a night, for $8 an hour. Absolutely, I said. I'll make a few extra dollars and learn a new skill. It's a paltry sum but I look forward to it anyway
Thursday: Ah, Valentine's Day. Took the guinea pig to the vet for his follow up, found out he was doing well but needs to continue with the meds for another week. "He's gained weight," the vet said. "Of course he has," I replied. "I have to man handle him three times a day so I give him extra veggies." But yea! No surgery mentioned. A bonus of this was that my car started every damned time. Started when I left work. Started when I left the vet, and started when I left the grocery store, where I stopped on the way home.
And who says single women can't have sexy times on Valentine's Day? This single gal? She walked to the grocery store, picked up some drain-o type stuff, and spent the evening unclogging drains. Taking a shower the next morning without having ankle deep stagnant water? That's sexy.
Friday: Today was a weirdly good day. I was in a good mood, I got my state tax refund, received some fun stuff in the mail, and was treated to lunch (I showed a colleague how to do something in Microsoft Word the day before and it evidently saved her so much time that she wanted to buy me lunch). After work I went over to the wine and beer store and learned to use the register and had a brief introduction to filling growlers and working the lottery machine. I was tired and my back ached by the end but that was only because I'd been on my feet the entire time. I was expecting that. But I enjoyed it. The owners are really nice and the customers were as well. I also just feel super productive. I enjoyed myself, made $24 (nearly $20 of which I gave right back for some wine), and learned some stuff. All in all, a good day.
So I actually had a decent week. I keep waiting for the other foot to drop because lately, every time I feel good, something bad happens. But all in all, I'm happy. A tiny bit anxious but happy.
Wednesday: I got my Viking's sewing box, what my mother, Ammy, and I have always called her Treasure Box. It is a plastic sewing box with a shelf for spools of thread and what not and an open bottom for trim et al. I admired it always, for as long as I can remember. It was kept in her bathroom, the one in her bedroom back in Delaware and I was always fascinated by it. On one of my last visits with Ammy, she said "I know what you want when I'm gone, you want my sewing box". And so I did. I'll post a picture of it once I get a good one. I don't know that you'll appreciate it the way I do but then, you didn't grow up with it. A friend at work said "yeah, you know, that looks exactly like something you'd find when deep sea diving or something." I was always enamored with it and now it is mine. It was filled with threads and trim, buttons, and an odd assortment of luggage tags. I think I liked those the most because they have my grandparents' names on them and 1109 Mayflower Drive, the house they lived in together, the house I lived in for a year when we first moved to Delaware. I took out the sewing stuff and moved it to a knitting bag and have since filled it with makeup and jewelry. But I will never get rid of the trim, buttons, thread, luggage tags. Never.
That same day I stopped at the wine and beer store after work and the woman who runs it asked if I'd like to come in and help on Fridays, three hours a night, for $8 an hour. Absolutely, I said. I'll make a few extra dollars and learn a new skill. It's a paltry sum but I look forward to it anyway
Thursday: Ah, Valentine's Day. Took the guinea pig to the vet for his follow up, found out he was doing well but needs to continue with the meds for another week. "He's gained weight," the vet said. "Of course he has," I replied. "I have to man handle him three times a day so I give him extra veggies." But yea! No surgery mentioned. A bonus of this was that my car started every damned time. Started when I left work. Started when I left the vet, and started when I left the grocery store, where I stopped on the way home.
And who says single women can't have sexy times on Valentine's Day? This single gal? She walked to the grocery store, picked up some drain-o type stuff, and spent the evening unclogging drains. Taking a shower the next morning without having ankle deep stagnant water? That's sexy.
Friday: Today was a weirdly good day. I was in a good mood, I got my state tax refund, received some fun stuff in the mail, and was treated to lunch (I showed a colleague how to do something in Microsoft Word the day before and it evidently saved her so much time that she wanted to buy me lunch). After work I went over to the wine and beer store and learned to use the register and had a brief introduction to filling growlers and working the lottery machine. I was tired and my back ached by the end but that was only because I'd been on my feet the entire time. I was expecting that. But I enjoyed it. The owners are really nice and the customers were as well. I also just feel super productive. I enjoyed myself, made $24 (nearly $20 of which I gave right back for some wine), and learned some stuff. All in all, a good day.
So I actually had a decent week. I keep waiting for the other foot to drop because lately, every time I feel good, something bad happens. But all in all, I'm happy. A tiny bit anxious but happy.
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