Melancholy is my mood today. I am feeling a tad discouraged.
I’m still unemployed, and I shouldn’t be. I’m talented and smart and a college graduate. I should have an awesome job by now.
I haven’t heard from my birth mother, and I thought I would by now. It’s been weeks. She should call me. Or write me. Or at least send some medical information.
I’m laid up and can’t walk (don’t ask!) and I hate being stuck at home on the couch. I need to be out and about, distracting myself from my own misery with people and activity.
But I can’t. So, in typical ME fashion, I’ve decided to avoid thinking about the whole mess. I am watching everything on my DVR – hours and hours of shows I recorded to watch some time when I had a minute. Well, I have a minute. I have lots of minutes.
I did a jigsaw puzzle. I love puzzles, and have several of them in the closet, waiting for time to put them together. Well, I have time to put them together.
I knitted some really nice socks with soft gray Alpaca yarn and started knitting a ribbon scarf with some funky ribbon yarn I got from the dollar store. Hey, I know what you’re thinking – alpaca yarn and cheapo dollar store yarn are very different, but that’s me – a real renaissance woman. I’m sure I mentioned it before.
I read three books in the last week. One was beautiful fiction, one was an amazing true story, and one was kinda trashy. I won’t tell you which one I liked the most.
I joined Facebook. I really think I am too old to be on Facebook, but I have secured a promise from Hallie that she will teach me everything I need to know. Maybe she can teach me how to seem younger while she’s at it.
I’ve been going through old photos – kind of an ongoing project to rescue my pictures from those horrible albums with the sticky pages and plastic sheets that they didn’t warn us about a hundred years ago. If I had known those nifty albums would eat my pictures, I would never have put them in there in the first place! Anyway, I’ve re-discovered some terrific family photos, and the memories to go with them. You’ll probably get to see a few of them now and again.
I’ll leave you with this photo of me, back when life was simple. When there were no piles of snow to shovel off the roof. No wonder I’m smiling!
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