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Just A Day
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:18 pmIt's gray outside today, just like it has been all week. It's not raining at the moment, so I guess that's a goodness. And we were on top of the weather enough to have the basement pumps running, so the flooding isn't as bad and we didn't lose our hot water. Things could be worse.
Work was slow today, and I finished the novel I had with me somewhere about two hours before I finished my shift, so I spent a decent chunk of time just thinking, and trying to figure out something to write here. Unfortunately, nothing much in my life is exciting right now, and I can't think of a particularly witty way to phrase the few things that are going on. I know I'm not obligated to be witty or clever or entertaining here, but that doesn't really change the fact that I have a hard time believing that anyone really wants to read my vague ramblings about what I had for lunch (chicken sandwich, made by my awesome husband) or what I did with my day (vaccinated a bunch of spazzy labs, treated a cat for a bladder infection, and discussed various professional gossip with the cool receptionist) unless I can phrase it in a far more creative fashion.
Life proceeds apace. I'm working on a solo routine for the upcoming Babydolls show, trying to flesh out a character concept for a Deadlands tabletop campaign, and looking forward to working at a local clinic that I'm quite fond of. I'm almost finished making a baby afghan for a friend's new daughter, and trying to figure out what to make next. There's a sweater I've been working on for myself for about a year now, but I'm feeling pretty obligated to make stuff for the Crafts Fair instead. Though I'm not quite sure what crocheted crafts people would actually want to buy. I'm about to start reading "Boneshaker" finally, after a handful of hearty recommendations from people whose literary tastes I trust.
Most of all, I'm worrying.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
umbran is still unemployed, and things are getting pretty darn tight here. And I'm glad beyond belief that all of my friends are doing better and finding jobs and thriving, but part of me wishes a little of that good luck could rub off on us. We're not homeless or starving, but I'm wearing thin at the edges with work and worry, and I could really use a little downtime. And I can't get that until he's working again. And job opportunities keep turning up, and turning to interviews, and callbacks, and then.... vanishing.
I don't want to have to move. I don't want to have to sell this house. I love it here, and on top of that I have the sneaking suspicion that things aren't any better anywhere else. I just don't know what more we can do.
Anyway. Fajitas for dinner tonight, using up some leftover bell peppers from an earlier dinner. Then, probably, a glamorous night of watching Top Model and finishing said baby afghan, and rehearsing with the snake. This has been a crazy-social week, and after two nights of company-over and with plans for a night out tomorrow and both weekend days, it'll be good to have some downtime, whether I want it or not.
It's a life. It's not much, but it's mine.
Work was slow today, and I finished the novel I had with me somewhere about two hours before I finished my shift, so I spent a decent chunk of time just thinking, and trying to figure out something to write here. Unfortunately, nothing much in my life is exciting right now, and I can't think of a particularly witty way to phrase the few things that are going on. I know I'm not obligated to be witty or clever or entertaining here, but that doesn't really change the fact that I have a hard time believing that anyone really wants to read my vague ramblings about what I had for lunch (chicken sandwich, made by my awesome husband) or what I did with my day (vaccinated a bunch of spazzy labs, treated a cat for a bladder infection, and discussed various professional gossip with the cool receptionist) unless I can phrase it in a far more creative fashion.
Life proceeds apace. I'm working on a solo routine for the upcoming Babydolls show, trying to flesh out a character concept for a Deadlands tabletop campaign, and looking forward to working at a local clinic that I'm quite fond of. I'm almost finished making a baby afghan for a friend's new daughter, and trying to figure out what to make next. There's a sweater I've been working on for myself for about a year now, but I'm feeling pretty obligated to make stuff for the Crafts Fair instead. Though I'm not quite sure what crocheted crafts people would actually want to buy. I'm about to start reading "Boneshaker" finally, after a handful of hearty recommendations from people whose literary tastes I trust.
Most of all, I'm worrying.
umbran is still unemployed, and things are getting pretty darn tight here. And I'm glad beyond belief that all of my friends are doing better and finding jobs and thriving, but part of me wishes a little of that good luck could rub off on us. We're not homeless or starving, but I'm wearing thin at the edges with work and worry, and I could really use a little downtime. And I can't get that until he's working again. And job opportunities keep turning up, and turning to interviews, and callbacks, and then.... vanishing. I don't want to have to move. I don't want to have to sell this house. I love it here, and on top of that I have the sneaking suspicion that things aren't any better anywhere else. I just don't know what more we can do.
Anyway. Fajitas for dinner tonight, using up some leftover bell peppers from an earlier dinner. Then, probably, a glamorous night of watching Top Model and finishing said baby afghan, and rehearsing with the snake. This has been a crazy-social week, and after two nights of company-over and with plans for a night out tomorrow and both weekend days, it'll be good to have some downtime, whether I want it or not.
It's a life. It's not much, but it's mine.
