This is a journal, right?
This is supposed to be a journal, right? I might as well use it as one and separate out my personal yammerings from my posting of my fanfic. So this will be the personal stuff post for the week.
Well, life continues. Daughter Súl despairs at times, because the crew she had thought she had assembled to help her with the repainting of her apartment has all but abandoned her to do the work by herself. Only L&L (when not busy preparing for their own move), JJ (with what he can handle), her dad, and I (and I'm only good for organizational stuff) are around. She works long hours as a manicurist and then comes home to 2-3 hours of hard manual labor painting. However, things are progressing; she's almost done with the living room, which only leaves the kitchen to finish (the biggest job, yes, but she's more than 1/2 done with the whole place.)
L&L continue to shoot for May 5 as the day they leave the nest here and head for Oregon. Evidently son Lathron will be walking into a salaried job working for Míriel's brother, which is an improvement over not being able to find anything here in this area. A hiccough in unemployment benefits wasn't appreciated either. One would think bureaucracy would run smoother once certain decisions were made, but NO, they have to glitch at least once every six weeks or so. Sheesh!
Hubby has our yard starting to look almost as much like a park as it used to. He doesn't have much stamina, but he just keeps chugging away at it. Slowly the harder to maintain stuff is being done away with, so that all that is required is simple mowing and weed-eating. It's good to see him actually taking an interest in something again; he was so beaten down by that job of his before they laid him off! Losing his job was, believe it or not, the very best thing that could have happened to him. I think if it hadn't happened, he probably wouldn't be alive today. Yes, it really was that bad.
Last but not least, I was asked to take over the ownership and administration of one of the online writer's workshops I belong to, and I agreed. I've been working for the better part of the last two days tweaking things and going through official hoops and ladders with Proboards. The place was set up well enough from the beginning, however, that essentially all I'm doing is minor tweaks. Face it, if a think ain't broke, ya shouldn't fix it until it is, right?
Well, life continues. Daughter Súl despairs at times, because the crew she had thought she had assembled to help her with the repainting of her apartment has all but abandoned her to do the work by herself. Only L&L (when not busy preparing for their own move), JJ (with what he can handle), her dad, and I (and I'm only good for organizational stuff) are around. She works long hours as a manicurist and then comes home to 2-3 hours of hard manual labor painting. However, things are progressing; she's almost done with the living room, which only leaves the kitchen to finish (the biggest job, yes, but she's more than 1/2 done with the whole place.)
L&L continue to shoot for May 5 as the day they leave the nest here and head for Oregon. Evidently son Lathron will be walking into a salaried job working for Míriel's brother, which is an improvement over not being able to find anything here in this area. A hiccough in unemployment benefits wasn't appreciated either. One would think bureaucracy would run smoother once certain decisions were made, but NO, they have to glitch at least once every six weeks or so. Sheesh!
Hubby has our yard starting to look almost as much like a park as it used to. He doesn't have much stamina, but he just keeps chugging away at it. Slowly the harder to maintain stuff is being done away with, so that all that is required is simple mowing and weed-eating. It's good to see him actually taking an interest in something again; he was so beaten down by that job of his before they laid him off! Losing his job was, believe it or not, the very best thing that could have happened to him. I think if it hadn't happened, he probably wouldn't be alive today. Yes, it really was that bad.
Last but not least, I was asked to take over the ownership and administration of one of the online writer's workshops I belong to, and I agreed. I've been working for the better part of the last two days tweaking things and going through official hoops and ladders with Proboards. The place was set up well enough from the beginning, however, that essentially all I'm doing is minor tweaks. Face it, if a think ain't broke, ya shouldn't fix it until it is, right?