Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Insert fluffy metaphor

Posted on | January 30, 2009 | 1 Comment

I would like to tell you that all is well in my world, that the hope of a nation has translated into something tangible for me (I’m a selfish bitch, so of course, this is all about me), but it hasn’t. And the time seems to drag when you know that your money is severly limited by the lack of a job. And it’s hard to get up in the morning and tell David “good morning” because I feel like I’m lying. But we do it anyway, and it sucks.

And this is where I contradict myself. Things are not as bad as they could be. We are making changes to the way we live. I know that we went out to dinner a lot. I love the experience of eating out, of visiting new places, but now I’m exploring my own kitchen. After months of Bella Faccia, Equinox, Radio Room and others, I remember how well I can cook. It’s great having someone else do the work, but in my own kitchen I don’t have to question the server about the stock used for a soup or ask to leave chicken off a salad. In these 2 weeks of unemployment, I’ve made a wonderful potato leek soup (creamy), home made quick chili, and some truly awful sloppy joes. It can’t be Shakespeare all the time.

Another boon – I get unemployment this time. It’s not going to be much, we know, but it’s  more than we have coming in at the moment. David and I figure we can last 3-4 months without pay as long as we keep these belts REALLY tight. That will include my unemployment check. We don’t think he is going to get it because he’s been a contractor. But he applied anyway. Doesn’t hurt to ask.

One of the best things that has happened recently – I am a member of the Green Microgym and one of its biggest cheerleaders (both literally and metaphorically). The staff there are amazing and I’ve had a great time getting to know the owner Adam and his wife. I hadn’t been in in ages. When I went in last week,  he saw something was wrong. I told him that David and I had both been laid off, but that we were budgeting things well and I would remain a member of the gym. He offered to help me out if I needed it but I declined. Now to get to the long of the short, I am working very very part time at the gym, just keeping an eye on things twice a week in exchange for my membership. Sometimes the generosity of others just makes me all squishy inside.

My novel writing is going. I finished typing up all of Calie’s crits for her novel and got to read the end. First, I would like to sing my crit partner’s praises. She’s a fantastic writer with a gift for world building. Reading the end of the novel, I got a little sad. That’s it. The end. Yes, I will go back and work on critting her stuff throughout the term, but that’s pretty much it. I know where the story goes. I know I’m not relaying this in a clear enough manner, but it felt kind of like breaking up. My emotional investment in her novel is still there, but it’s changed with the end. Perhaps I’m nuts. Well, not perhaps, I am nuts. Oh, fuck it. Never mind.

I know it’s been several weeks since the last blog post, so the rest of this gets to go into bullets….because I’m lazy and I have writing to take care of (and more jobs to apply to).

  • I fell down the stairs in my house, twacked the back of my head and my shoulder because I hit the corner of a wall. The moral of the story? Don’t run around the house drunk playing chasey-chasey with the dogs. Someone is gonna get hurt.
  • Mattresses and 2nd floors in older houses don’t mix. Those of us living in houses built before 1950 need to remember that they didn’t use king and queen beds like we do now. While my mattress nightmare almost killed my sister and Amandapants, Amanda couldn’t fit the box spring to her mattress up into her room in the new house. The good thing, she does have an adorable new house. She also has a FAT squirrel named Marv who likes her yard. Marv and I are friends. I’m encouraging him to visit her. BTW, she hates squirrels.
  • Job hunting goes, and slowly. I know the market is tight, but we need to catch a break soon. Please.
  • David and I are going to cut off cable soon. What they charge for what little we recieve is criminal. The shows we love – Battlestar, The Daily Show, Heroes – we can get from alternate sources. So we have decided to get rid of it and purchase an AppleTV when we get a check in. That way I will be able to stream all of my nerdcasts, and downloaded video to the big TV in the living room. It would also save David from having to watch my craptasticvision – like Top Chef and Ace of Cakes. It’s a win-win.

And now I am off to make some mac and cheese for David, work on my job hunt and finish up this edit so I can send it to my mentor.

Here is some cuteness for your Friday.

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One Response to “Insert fluffy metaphor”

  1. Calie
    January 31st, 2009 @ 10:42 am

    Well, I think your crits rock, and I can’t wait to see your work again, so get on it, girl!

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