it makes no difference if it's sweet or hot
so the good news is: I've put in my two weeks' notice at Rita's; I called Michele (a best friend from high school who now lives in Alaska) out of the blue last night and talked to her for the first time in years; I started on my life list today by going to charm city swing with Emily; I had an amazing time with said swing dancing and met fun and nice people of all sorts; it was great exercise; there are still some men in existence who I don't know; I have plans to go riding with Rachel Lyons tomorrow and I'm psyched to get back on a horse; and I saw the doctor today for x-rays of my ankles, which showed that I don't have fractures, bone cysts or tumors!
the bad news is: I never succeeded in finding work other than Rita's for the summer, excepting the temp job if they find anything to offer me; I hardly have any time for reading or photography lately; and my doctor informs me that, though I'm bone-issue-free, I need to see a specialist because I could very well have soft tissue damage (which would render my choice to swing dance and ride horses a very unwise one). oh well.
the idea is always to have more good news than bad. score one for tonight.
the bad news is: I never succeeded in finding work other than Rita's for the summer, excepting the temp job if they find anything to offer me; I hardly have any time for reading or photography lately; and my doctor informs me that, though I'm bone-issue-free, I need to see a specialist because I could very well have soft tissue damage (which would render my choice to swing dance and ride horses a very unwise one). oh well.
the idea is always to have more good news than bad. score one for tonight.