Im just simply crazy...
Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:52 pm
I guess Im just crazy. Cant make decisions emmotional basket case.. dont know if Im coming or going..
This week I have so much landscaping work for the month of September, I dont know how my two paws will possibly accomplish it all. But I have to, it
is probably the last hurrah before winter looms in front of me.. like Mask of The Red Death. Cold, snow, and unemployment
So, what did I do? I responded to two ads for employment. One in Edinburg
Scotland. I suggested they hire me for the winter. I thought that would be fun. I imagined myself renting a small room on top of a quaint cottage. Meeting a Sean Connery type man, and deciding to stay forever.
I also applied for a job on Long Island in New York. I had all of the qualifications. The big draw was the salary 90,000-110,000 a year. i sent my resume knowing full well that I would never leave The Shenandoah Valley to go to " Steel Land " in a corporate enviornment, and deal with all that phony Bull S**t. I would just like to go to the interview... be offered the job... be reassured that I am not a failure.. and get the big thrill of turning down big bucks, to return to my gypsy self employed lifestyle. Because my freedom is priceless.
The biggest thing this week is that after 2 years and 2 months of not speaking to my mom... I went to see her. Needless to say we have had some issues. I was really fed up with her. Too long to explain. But I discovered that she loves me... and God that feels really good.
Im so scared because I think that a path that I have been avoiding for a very long time may be the road i am now going to walk down. Perhaps taking care of my mother, That would mean no Scotland... No more big job interviews.. No Sean Connery or Robert Carlyles looming in my future.
Shes in the hospital recovering from surgery. She had a very tough time pulling out of it. My sister came from New York to be with her. I stayed away. A couple of days ago, I started feeling sick about the whole thing.
I walked into her hospital room last night. Went back tonite. We have had some very good conversation. Broached the subject of her not living alone, and so isolated. Maybe its time for a change. How will I stop the flood gates of my heart from opening and saying... " I will take care of you "
It feels great to think of submitting to what seems to be the loving thing to do. It also is very frightening to contemplate giving up the hope of something exciting developing for me.
Thats the report for the week. Life marches on. It is good, there is no doubt about that.
Little mice with huge brown eyes scurried over my feet today, while I pitch forked mountains of brush over a barbed wire fence, into the woods.
Sometimes I think I dont really live in 2008. I think that maybe it is really 1908 in my world.
Weeder
Reporting from Virginias
Beautiful Shenandoah Valley.
Love to you all.
This week I have so much landscaping work for the month of September, I dont know how my two paws will possibly accomplish it all. But I have to, it
is probably the last hurrah before winter looms in front of me.. like Mask of The Red Death. Cold, snow, and unemployment
So, what did I do? I responded to two ads for employment. One in Edinburg
Scotland. I suggested they hire me for the winter. I thought that would be fun. I imagined myself renting a small room on top of a quaint cottage. Meeting a Sean Connery type man, and deciding to stay forever.
I also applied for a job on Long Island in New York. I had all of the qualifications. The big draw was the salary 90,000-110,000 a year. i sent my resume knowing full well that I would never leave The Shenandoah Valley to go to " Steel Land " in a corporate enviornment, and deal with all that phony Bull S**t. I would just like to go to the interview... be offered the job... be reassured that I am not a failure.. and get the big thrill of turning down big bucks, to return to my gypsy self employed lifestyle. Because my freedom is priceless.
The biggest thing this week is that after 2 years and 2 months of not speaking to my mom... I went to see her. Needless to say we have had some issues. I was really fed up with her. Too long to explain. But I discovered that she loves me... and God that feels really good.
Im so scared because I think that a path that I have been avoiding for a very long time may be the road i am now going to walk down. Perhaps taking care of my mother, That would mean no Scotland... No more big job interviews.. No Sean Connery or Robert Carlyles looming in my future.
Shes in the hospital recovering from surgery. She had a very tough time pulling out of it. My sister came from New York to be with her. I stayed away. A couple of days ago, I started feeling sick about the whole thing.
I walked into her hospital room last night. Went back tonite. We have had some very good conversation. Broached the subject of her not living alone, and so isolated. Maybe its time for a change. How will I stop the flood gates of my heart from opening and saying... " I will take care of you "
It feels great to think of submitting to what seems to be the loving thing to do. It also is very frightening to contemplate giving up the hope of something exciting developing for me.
Thats the report for the week. Life marches on. It is good, there is no doubt about that.
Little mice with huge brown eyes scurried over my feet today, while I pitch forked mountains of brush over a barbed wire fence, into the woods.
Sometimes I think I dont really live in 2008. I think that maybe it is really 1908 in my world.
Weeder
Reporting from Virginias
Beautiful Shenandoah Valley.
Love to you all.