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Jan. 21st, 2014 12:08 amPhew! Finally back to 85% better... which is so nice. A little stuffy (and short of breath as a result) but no more fever, chills, sore throat, etc. I'm so glad it wasn't anything serious. I pretty much live in fear of "serious". Heck, I've been noticing that I've been squinting and in need of likely new glasses & an eye exam, but I can't afford that, now can I?
Stress over residency/work hasn't abated. Bobby applied at four more places today and is revising his resume for non-management roles. I'm helping him (with the spelling of things) when he asks. I feel bad for him, worrying about money and supporting us while trying to job hunt. His first job was growing up on his family's farm. His second was the computer store he started (long story, his brother's managed to shut him out) - he's never had to job hunt or do resumes. It's a learning curve for him.
Tomorrow's goal is to finish the renewal for my visitor's visa (goodbye, 75 I don't have), fill out the form for residency AGAIN (they sent it all back because they changed the fucking form a week after we downloaded & mailed everything in), and put away the laundry that sat there while we were sick(er) and the sheets I washed from our bed and the guest bed (no more germies!!!)...
That's the goal, anyway. The little birdie on my shoulder says that the laundry part isn't likely to happen. (I AM HORRIBLE AT LAUNDRY.) Oh, I'll wash it. I'll even sometimes remember to dry it - thankfully, Bobby will wash it, and have me help him hang it up (indoor drying rack yay...not) - but once it's clean and dry? It's liable to sit in a basket, a shining monument to "clean laundry" slowly shrinking as I pull this or that from the pile.
I also need to write. I have lots of little notes of "add this" and "expand on" for my original work, and I'm elbow-deep in the next chapter of Another Dream and have started the next of Guilt and a Smile... Wednesday's plan is to mail the box to Tanya (ilu!!!!) full of goodies (and her Sailor Moon Miracle Romance compact!!) and my step-mom's birthday card. :)
In defiance to the raised eyebrows of the in-laws, my Christmas tree is still up and it is beautiful, damn it. Tempted to take off the ornaments and cover it in tacky hand-cut hearts made out of printer paper and crayons/colored pencils.
Oh!!! And I had enough wiggle room in the grocery budget/my $40 of Christmas money from my mother-in-law (yay gift cards) to get a beginner's quilting book + some stuff from Walmart!! Even better, I forgot that I have my mom's sewing basket (mwa ha ha) with her shears and threads and shiny things! (I don't have sewing scissors, but I do have my leatherworking scissors).
At Costco today (we have tissues again!! we were reduced to carting around toilet paper rolls lol) I saw a GORGEOUS low cabinet, done like an apothecary chest.
Again, money I don't have, but LOVE!!!!!!!
Actually, were I able to purchase one piece of furniture, I would deeply love a sturdy work desk with enough space for my marble slabs (leatherworking - heavy little fuckers) and my sewing machine so I had a place to craft and work on a regular basis (cleaning off the table all the time ftl)
I miss my family and friends. As much as I love Bobby, I still miss them.
Stress over residency/work hasn't abated. Bobby applied at four more places today and is revising his resume for non-management roles. I'm helping him (with the spelling of things) when he asks. I feel bad for him, worrying about money and supporting us while trying to job hunt. His first job was growing up on his family's farm. His second was the computer store he started (long story, his brother's managed to shut him out) - he's never had to job hunt or do resumes. It's a learning curve for him.
Tomorrow's goal is to finish the renewal for my visitor's visa (goodbye, 75 I don't have), fill out the form for residency AGAIN (they sent it all back because they changed the fucking form a week after we downloaded & mailed everything in), and put away the laundry that sat there while we were sick(er) and the sheets I washed from our bed and the guest bed (no more germies!!!)...
That's the goal, anyway. The little birdie on my shoulder says that the laundry part isn't likely to happen. (I AM HORRIBLE AT LAUNDRY.) Oh, I'll wash it. I'll even sometimes remember to dry it - thankfully, Bobby will wash it, and have me help him hang it up (indoor drying rack yay...not) - but once it's clean and dry? It's liable to sit in a basket, a shining monument to "clean laundry" slowly shrinking as I pull this or that from the pile.
I also need to write. I have lots of little notes of "add this" and "expand on" for my original work, and I'm elbow-deep in the next chapter of Another Dream and have started the next of Guilt and a Smile... Wednesday's plan is to mail the box to Tanya (ilu!!!!) full of goodies (and her Sailor Moon Miracle Romance compact!!) and my step-mom's birthday card. :)
In defiance to the raised eyebrows of the in-laws, my Christmas tree is still up and it is beautiful, damn it. Tempted to take off the ornaments and cover it in tacky hand-cut hearts made out of printer paper and crayons/colored pencils.
Oh!!! And I had enough wiggle room in the grocery budget/my $40 of Christmas money from my mother-in-law (yay gift cards) to get a beginner's quilting book + some stuff from Walmart!! Even better, I forgot that I have my mom's sewing basket (mwa ha ha) with her shears and threads and shiny things! (I don't have sewing scissors, but I do have my leatherworking scissors).
At Costco today (we have tissues again!! we were reduced to carting around toilet paper rolls lol) I saw a GORGEOUS low cabinet, done like an apothecary chest.
Again, money I don't have, but LOVE!!!!!!!
Actually, were I able to purchase one piece of furniture, I would deeply love a sturdy work desk with enough space for my marble slabs (leatherworking - heavy little fuckers) and my sewing machine so I had a place to craft and work on a regular basis (cleaning off the table all the time ftl)
I miss my family and friends. As much as I love Bobby, I still miss them.
