Reconstructing
If you were to visit my home today, you would be faced with an interesting approach. First, there's the toilet in my front yard.
With the roommate moved out and Becki on the East Coast, this week was designated Bathroom Renovation Week. Becki's parents are here, and the bathroom has been through various stages of usefulness since Monday. The upshot here is that I'll have an all new bathroom when this is all over. On the other hand, Wendy's on the corner has been the de facto facilities this week. Good times.
Thus the toilet in the yard. It's been there since Monday. What was new today when I got home from work was the door. The door itself is not new, but the vibrant green hue thereof was a bit, well, shocking. I. have. a. green. door. (I don't recall this being discussed or mentioned in any way.) Becki's mom's spontaneity strikes again.
Not that it's bad. I'm not even as frustrated (read angry) as I was when they rearranged the furniture on me when they lived here. It's just... green. And it was a bit shocking to suddenly have a green front door!
Inside is chaos. Their dog has taken over the downstairs. The bathroom still doesn't have a functional sink. Tools and debris are strewn willy-nilly. I have counted three carpet puddles.
On the job front, I have no news. I am waiting to hear from the last of the possible leads from round one. I'm not holding my breath. My mom is still pushing me to apply at two schools I have repeatedly said no to when she's brought them up.
Counselor and Becki both say that God will come through; something will come. I'm not convinced. First, God's timing and mine rarely match up. His ideas of good and mine aren't always on the same wavelength either. My idea of good would be a job I enjoy that pays enough to pay my bills and have some left over. It may or may not include a roommate. It would be great if it included a dog. It would definitely show up before August ends, and a roommate would materialize by the end of July. If the job makes the non-roommate situation possible, said job must materialize within the next two weeks. It could happen, but it's a long shot. Especially when I am clean out of ideas.
In the meantime, I am a barista. It's very cool. I've learned a lot, and I'm having fun. The managers are both Korean, and the one I work with four of my five days is really sweet. Today I made myself a strawberry frozen mocha. It was very very good. *grin*
With the roommate moved out and Becki on the East Coast, this week was designated Bathroom Renovation Week. Becki's parents are here, and the bathroom has been through various stages of usefulness since Monday. The upshot here is that I'll have an all new bathroom when this is all over. On the other hand, Wendy's on the corner has been the de facto facilities this week. Good times.
Thus the toilet in the yard. It's been there since Monday. What was new today when I got home from work was the door. The door itself is not new, but the vibrant green hue thereof was a bit, well, shocking. I. have. a. green. door. (I don't recall this being discussed or mentioned in any way.) Becki's mom's spontaneity strikes again.
Not that it's bad. I'm not even as frustrated (read angry) as I was when they rearranged the furniture on me when they lived here. It's just... green. And it was a bit shocking to suddenly have a green front door!
Inside is chaos. Their dog has taken over the downstairs. The bathroom still doesn't have a functional sink. Tools and debris are strewn willy-nilly. I have counted three carpet puddles.
- The toilet tank leaked all night, flooding the new bathroom and soaking the carpet in the hall.
- A glass of water was spilled at the bottom of the stairs.
- Just at the edge of the living room, not two inches from the tile floor, there is a puddle of unknown cause and substance.
On the job front, I have no news. I am waiting to hear from the last of the possible leads from round one. I'm not holding my breath. My mom is still pushing me to apply at two schools I have repeatedly said no to when she's brought them up.
Counselor and Becki both say that God will come through; something will come. I'm not convinced. First, God's timing and mine rarely match up. His ideas of good and mine aren't always on the same wavelength either. My idea of good would be a job I enjoy that pays enough to pay my bills and have some left over. It may or may not include a roommate. It would be great if it included a dog. It would definitely show up before August ends, and a roommate would materialize by the end of July. If the job makes the non-roommate situation possible, said job must materialize within the next two weeks. It could happen, but it's a long shot. Especially when I am clean out of ideas.
In the meantime, I am a barista. It's very cool. I've learned a lot, and I'm having fun. The managers are both Korean, and the one I work with four of my five days is really sweet. Today I made myself a strawberry frozen mocha. It was very very good. *grin*
posted by The Other Gatekeeper at
5:52 PM
1 Comments:
Yes, this God-timing thing is really hard. Hang in there. It'll all make sense soon. Just think, you're not 47, divorced with a child and living with your parents a gazillion miles from anywhere. Come on frog. Get happy.
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