A whole month. Nice. I am quite a lazy girl. But on I ramble….
I read a number of blogs pretty much daily. Because these people — for one reason or another — fascinate me. They also just have more interesting lives than I do. But that may be changing. I may be resuming normal programming soon.
I have an interview on Monday. With a real company, with a real salary and real benefits. Not like some of those nutty listings I have responded to on the list that fellow Craig runs.
So I will put on my interview suit. Do something with my hair. Be as enthusiastic as possible about going back to office work and try to get this job.
But for the past year I have really enjoyed not working. I got to spend oodles of time with my nephew. Devote whole days midweek to the boyfriend who works every other weekend. Read all day. Sit on the porch. Lunch with friends. Stay out as late as I wanted to because I could sleep til whenever I wanted to. I only lacked the money for travel, really, but otherwise I am fully prepared for retirement. And mainly I have to go back for money and insurance. I did not win any of the lotteries I planned to win.
Alas for me.
But I will be able to resume singing lessons and I am thinking of taking up ballroom dancing as well once I am working and have the cash. So while my days might be duller I can do a bit more with my spare time.
Last week I got to tussle with our friends at the IRS. I had been negligent in my duties and they froze my checking account which was all the liquid assets I had. I did not find out until I went to take money out of my ATM and it would not give me any! I went into the bank thinking maybe I de-magnetized my card and that was when I got the shocking news. (Official notice arrived days later). I was on my way to the boyfriend’s for a day of amore and instead he found a hyperventilating woman at his door. Much hysteria on my part ensued. Much calm on his. The end result – after some phone calls that day and another the next — is that I had to yank some money out of my IRA (I KNOW!) and now all is well. Two things about the IRS. One, they do have some nice sympathetic people working there, which shocked me since not long ago my sister was advised to change her lifestyle. She has one car, rents and my mom provides free daycare. She was supposed to cut out what? Eating? Two, they really want their money. And they will get it come hell or highwater, no matter how gentle they are being about it. It was all my fault I got into this jam but I cannot help but wonder why they hunt down small potatoes like me and yet bail out Bear Sterns and the mortgage industry. I mean, what I owe is enough for the Pentagon to buy about 12 toilet seats and a few hammers.
I think that is what irks me most. These vague feeling that my money is squandered somewhere. That they say “Oh look, here is Hazeleye’s taxes for the year. Shall we allocate her to pay for the paper headrest covers on Air Force One or floor wax for the hallways in the Capitol.” I am sure these things are very necessary and someone has to pay them. But I would rather they say “Oh look. let’s send Hazeleyes’ money to the Mississipi Gulf for post Katrina relief or for goverment funded research into cancer”. Or even to feed soldiers or sufficiently armour them. All of that I can go for. Pork I cannot.
My mother turns 70 tomorrow. It feels wierd. She is fairly young acting and does not seem like the same kind of 70 my grandma was. But I think I am a much younger 44 than my mom was. I don’t know if this is reality or perception.
Since you don’t really know me, you can’t say. But if you want to be chosen Commenter of the Month and win absolutely nothing, please go with “reality.”
A lovely acquaintance of mine, Barbara Suter, has written a book “Dorothy on the Rocks.” If you want a different kind of chick lit I highly recommend it. You will laugh til you are sick and you will also cry your eyes out. It is at bookstores all over, and on amazon. There are hysterical scenes that take place in the world of children’s theater and they alone are worth the price of the book.
I hate summer. This humidity is killing me. It really is. It saps the strength out of me and makes me look like I have been hit by a truck. I should move but I have some incentive to stay at the moment.
But Fall will come and that is the best time of year here. That crisp air. The color of the sky. It will come soon. Right? Because this summer cannot last forever. “Endless Summer” being fine for the Beach Boys, but not for me.
My mother thinks my life and my hair are a mess. Unemployed, uninsured (well that is a bad thing), and my hair… It is long and has some gray. She feels I would look great in a bob. I try to explain that my face and body are not made for cute little pixie bobs. The gray keeps coming back. The boyfriend is a wierd dude who loves the grays. He does not even care that I am not thin. (What a freak, eh? : ) ) Since I was old enough to have hair my mother has had a problem with it. Too long, too short, too many highlights, too few, too light, too dark. She has a vendetta against my hair. She spent her late 40’s-60s in the valley of the blonde. (She covered every possible blonde shade except for platinum). She does not have the complexion to be blonde but in her head she was the perfect blonde. I think her dissatisfaction with her hair has transferred to me. It is annoying. She does not bug my sister about her hair much. I don’t know why. Maybe because she has my sister’s husband, parenting and housekeeping to harangue her about. I love my mom. But if she passed one day without remarking on my hair or my sister’s life I would faint into a coma. She is not a happy person but she does not realize she makes herself unhappy. If she let us go with our own flow she would be happier. Of course, it could be that if she stopped complaining she would go mute.
Now I see why I have not blogged in a month. I really have nothing interesting going on. But since I know at least one person may be by next week, I will tell all about my interview on Monday. Maybe some of you will have some ideas about how I can readjust my body clock. I am til up til 2 or 3 and then sleep til 10 or later. Hard to do when you are working and it is not the evening shift.