We've all heard that phrase before: "Meanwhile, back at the ranch..." It's one that I've always liked just because to me it sounds kind of funny. This time, though, it's a bit more serious as I have not written an entry in my blog for over three months. My head is bursting with things to say, but there's something that gets in the way between "stored in my head" and "published." Most days I don't feel very well; that's likely due to the fact that gainful employment just doesn't seem to find me. Oh, I'm not just sitting around waiting for it to show up on my doorstep (or not making any effort to look, which certain adults in our household have accused me of doing, but won't mention names even though Lori doesn't read my blog). But you can look at online job boards and check back with recruiters just so many times. Even friends and former co-workers don't always have a lead in their companies, though, of course, they have your best interest at heart. Want to try and get into something totally different? No experience = no job, no chance. FedEx has positions driving trucks for the holidays, but since I haven't driven a big truck like theirs, I'm not qualified even though I've been driving for 37 years. CoachAmerica is hiring drivers---and say that no experience is necessary and they'll train you---but I looked into that and they said no to me because I've never driven a motor coach... [confused look].
Everyone in the universe knows about my issues with diabetes, so I'll be sweet and save that for another time.
Our house is coming apart at the seams. We have plumbing issues that I cannot fix or afford to get fixed. An electrical problem has developed with the outlets along one wall of the house. I don't mess with electricity; the results could be shocking. As for plumbing, I can plunge right into some of it (replace faucets, clear small clogs, etc.), but some of it is beyond my expertise and a professional would not only resolve it, but do so correctly.
Don't start me on our roof...
Nearly two years ago, I opened an account with Blogger so that I would have a place to share the gift (or curse depending on your point of view) of my writing. At the time, I figured I'd have so many blog entries that no one could possibly read them all in the course of, say, a lifetime. Sadly, I've only written about...ten? Well, maybe a few more than that, but I ran out of fingers counting. I do enjoy writing, and like last year will resolve to write more in 2012. And perhaps I'll include some more pictures, since they're worth a thousand words. CAUTION: To anyone in school, if your teacher says to write a 5000-word essay on something, don't get cute and turn in five pictures. That'll only get you a bad grade, and I'm sure it'll be somewhere in "F" territory...
I'll keep this short so you can read it while you wait in the drive-thru at In-N-Out, but I've been fairly down as of late, and think and wish and hope and pray that the light at the end of the tunnel is actually the end of the tunnel, and not a boat. Now I do want my ship to come in, but just not in that way. Trouble is, that light isn't getting any bigger (read: closer). Hopefully, that will change. And soon...
