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Wow, I haven't posted since January.
I am harried. My pants are Chapter 11 and looking at Chapter 7. Uri Geller has had his way with my spoons.
I've been tallying the pressing matters that want my undivided attention:
1. my job at the rickshaw company;
2. my job at the upholstery shop;
3. my freelance tax preparation work - this may now be fading away for the next few months, and yes I know April 15 was weeks ago;
4. my freelance translation work - dormant at the moment, but still claiming mindspace;
5. my volunteer gig at the library;
6. my efforts to find new health insurance (my COBRA runs out end of July);
7. renewing my apartment lease;
8. getting various medical stuff done before COBRA ends;
9. my Freud book (the white whale, as I've come to see it - more on that soon);
10. the nonfiction e-book project (on taxes for pedicab drivers, pending till I know what I'm talking about);
11. another writing project I am not prepared to discuss, but which is also tenaciously holding mindspace;
12. helping my mother with various things she's not quite up to handling solo anymore, being at the "x years young" stage of her life;
13. the usual life stuff - haircuts, laundry, sleep.
I'm grateful not to have to stare at the four walls, but when I'm home and on me time, the thing I tend to do is stare at the four walls. And the Mets losing, and the internet.
If anyone has a spare year's salary lying around needing a good home, call me. I can translate something for you, or do your taxes.
I am harried. My pants are Chapter 11 and looking at Chapter 7. Uri Geller has had his way with my spoons.
I've been tallying the pressing matters that want my undivided attention:
1. my job at the rickshaw company;
2. my job at the upholstery shop;
3. my freelance tax preparation work - this may now be fading away for the next few months, and yes I know April 15 was weeks ago;
4. my freelance translation work - dormant at the moment, but still claiming mindspace;
5. my volunteer gig at the library;
6. my efforts to find new health insurance (my COBRA runs out end of July);
7. renewing my apartment lease;
8. getting various medical stuff done before COBRA ends;
9. my Freud book (the white whale, as I've come to see it - more on that soon);
10. the nonfiction e-book project (on taxes for pedicab drivers, pending till I know what I'm talking about);
11. another writing project I am not prepared to discuss, but which is also tenaciously holding mindspace;
12. helping my mother with various things she's not quite up to handling solo anymore, being at the "x years young" stage of her life;
13. the usual life stuff - haircuts, laundry, sleep.
I'm grateful not to have to stare at the four walls, but when I'm home and on me time, the thing I tend to do is stare at the four walls. And the Mets losing, and the internet.
If anyone has a spare year's salary lying around needing a good home, call me. I can translate something for you, or do your taxes.