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It is very chilly and slushy and grey but I have got Earl Grey and hats so things are mostly rather nice. Also I love the feeling one has after a very hot shower -- sort of cosy and soft and almost -- sore with comfort? I found myself delightedly thanking God for letting me be born into an era in which one can take long, scalding showers and needn't heat things up for hours or worry very much about it being expensive. Perhaps in another hundred years or so we can create little doors through which we can cross into warmer climates. I daydream about this often, and wish it were April already so I could be in North Carolina stretching out on the grass and letting the sunlight work through my skin and deep into my muscles. (I am, of course, conveniently forgetting the irritation of having to protect myself from sunburn, and the canteen running out of water.)
In less pleasant news, Dad's been laid off his primary job as a counsellor at the jail, so... that happened? Things are going to be a bit tight for a while, but he's gone right into looking for more work -- and he still has the church (though that's never paid much) and crisis counselling, and Mum has her eBay store, and... I'm honestly not thrown much by this sort of thing anymore. Dad's been laid off of a lot of jobs, sometimes due to disagreements, but often just because the position gets pushed out of existence or the workplace is folding or what have you. It's the sort of thing that comes of working a job that isn't a career job, I suppose. But he's working on that. He's leaving after church tomorrow for a week in Virginia where he'll be having classes and tests and things with the college he's been attending online, so. (He has a master's degree, but he's working on getting -- what, PHD? something bigger, anyway -- so that he can become a professor. Also it is sort of weird that Dad is in college and having exams and things and I am not, yet. But hey, it makes the FAFSA give us more money. :/)
Anyway, we've dealt with this sort of thing before, and we've survived and managed and aren't much the worse for it. We're all about surviving and managing.
Went to the mall this morning and got a lot of free chocolate, ha ha. Apparently there was some awareness-of-what-the-local-hospital-does programme going on and there were booths and they had massive bowls of chocolates and things to lure you over to their displays. It didn't actually work on me, it just got me to scoop up a lot of chocolate. I also scored some very fetching and very on clearance hats, and some jewellery and stockings and things for about two dollars, but no replacement for my poor former standby black skinny jeans, alas. Everything decent is so expensive and half the things in clearance are there because they are absurd-looking and no sensible person would ever want to buy them. Heavens. I like me a pair of skinny jeans because they flatter my body type very nicely somehow (considering that I am extremely curvy I did not think it would work, but it does), but I do not want painted-on stretchy denim with silly sparkly things on them that will make sitting down awkward, and I do not want anything that looks like leather or plastic or anything that is shiny or anything with holes in it good grief I can do that myself but I like looking respectable. Fie. I wish I were the sort of person who doesn't have to worry about money and budgeting so much and could just buy whatever fits and looks nice instead of having to comb through discount racks for it. If I need something like a bra or white stockings I could just go out and buy some instead of waiting. Sometimes the most irritating thing about having less money than society assumes one ought to is having to be so infernally patient.
I begin to fear that I have just spent a great deal of words on a very dull subject, so shall post this before my fingers get carried away again and start typing about something even duller, such as my methods of dishwashing or the fabric content of my pyjamas.
In less pleasant news, Dad's been laid off his primary job as a counsellor at the jail, so... that happened? Things are going to be a bit tight for a while, but he's gone right into looking for more work -- and he still has the church (though that's never paid much) and crisis counselling, and Mum has her eBay store, and... I'm honestly not thrown much by this sort of thing anymore. Dad's been laid off of a lot of jobs, sometimes due to disagreements, but often just because the position gets pushed out of existence or the workplace is folding or what have you. It's the sort of thing that comes of working a job that isn't a career job, I suppose. But he's working on that. He's leaving after church tomorrow for a week in Virginia where he'll be having classes and tests and things with the college he's been attending online, so. (He has a master's degree, but he's working on getting -- what, PHD? something bigger, anyway -- so that he can become a professor. Also it is sort of weird that Dad is in college and having exams and things and I am not, yet. But hey, it makes the FAFSA give us more money. :/)
Anyway, we've dealt with this sort of thing before, and we've survived and managed and aren't much the worse for it. We're all about surviving and managing.
Went to the mall this morning and got a lot of free chocolate, ha ha. Apparently there was some awareness-of-what-the-local-hospital-does programme going on and there were booths and they had massive bowls of chocolates and things to lure you over to their displays. It didn't actually work on me, it just got me to scoop up a lot of chocolate. I also scored some very fetching and very on clearance hats, and some jewellery and stockings and things for about two dollars, but no replacement for my poor former standby black skinny jeans, alas. Everything decent is so expensive and half the things in clearance are there because they are absurd-looking and no sensible person would ever want to buy them. Heavens. I like me a pair of skinny jeans because they flatter my body type very nicely somehow (considering that I am extremely curvy I did not think it would work, but it does), but I do not want painted-on stretchy denim with silly sparkly things on them that will make sitting down awkward, and I do not want anything that looks like leather or plastic or anything that is shiny or anything with holes in it good grief I can do that myself but I like looking respectable. Fie. I wish I were the sort of person who doesn't have to worry about money and budgeting so much and could just buy whatever fits and looks nice instead of having to comb through discount racks for it. If I need something like a bra or white stockings I could just go out and buy some instead of waiting. Sometimes the most irritating thing about having less money than society assumes one ought to is having to be so infernally patient.
I begin to fear that I have just spent a great deal of words on a very dull subject, so shall post this before my fingers get carried away again and start typing about something even duller, such as my methods of dishwashing or the fabric content of my pyjamas.