Ramblings of an Aging Mind
It's Friday night. It's been way more than months since my last post. I don't do this whole blog thing well. Now of course there are MySpace places to look at and LiveJournals to check on and I much prefer the old ways of telephone and email.
Since my last entry, I've been to New Zealand for a month, France for a week, Winnipeg for almost a week, Wisconsin for almost a week, Tennessee for a week. The next five months look like a trip every month. Do I mind? Some. It's my job. I'd rather be home. I'd rather have a home in California, somewhere between San Diego and Los Angeles. I heard a couple of days ago that my boss won't ever let that happen. I could kick in the search engines for another job, but the prospect of packing up my life again and hauling it across the continent has little appeal. THE one reason I would do it is my daughters, and for that reason I would do it in a heartbeat, given the opportunity.
Lately I seem unable to catch up. I'm only a little behind at work. I'm a lot behind at home. I've also let my health deteriorate some. My motivation level is beyond low.
As near as I can tell, there's only one decent Mexican restaurant in this state. We went tonight. It was a very pleasant evening. Great food and a trip to Starbucks (across the parking lot) to visit a friend at work. I miss being able to come home and put together a good meal. Drama and stress intervened tonight. So we went out. Damn stupid thing to do considering we need to save money. Simple pleasures, I guess.
I'm not even sure why I'm sitting here typing. I just made some edits to my MySpace. Clicked the friends link for a couple of folks. It'll be interesting to see who figures out the strange handle is me. Even more strange will be to see activity there. I may even have to pay attention to it.
Sleep and the comfy bed beckon.
Since my last entry, I've been to New Zealand for a month, France for a week, Winnipeg for almost a week, Wisconsin for almost a week, Tennessee for a week. The next five months look like a trip every month. Do I mind? Some. It's my job. I'd rather be home. I'd rather have a home in California, somewhere between San Diego and Los Angeles. I heard a couple of days ago that my boss won't ever let that happen. I could kick in the search engines for another job, but the prospect of packing up my life again and hauling it across the continent has little appeal. THE one reason I would do it is my daughters, and for that reason I would do it in a heartbeat, given the opportunity.
Lately I seem unable to catch up. I'm only a little behind at work. I'm a lot behind at home. I've also let my health deteriorate some. My motivation level is beyond low.
As near as I can tell, there's only one decent Mexican restaurant in this state. We went tonight. It was a very pleasant evening. Great food and a trip to Starbucks (across the parking lot) to visit a friend at work. I miss being able to come home and put together a good meal. Drama and stress intervened tonight. So we went out. Damn stupid thing to do considering we need to save money. Simple pleasures, I guess.
I'm not even sure why I'm sitting here typing. I just made some edits to my MySpace. Clicked the friends link for a couple of folks. It'll be interesting to see who figures out the strange handle is me. Even more strange will be to see activity there. I may even have to pay attention to it.
Sleep and the comfy bed beckon.