Instead my Art's Meetup over for the Holiday Clay Fair was canceled due to inclement weather, so I decided to go get my oil changed. It's only something like five thousand over when the light turned on. I made faces as the price kept racking up but I got my oil changed, my tires rotated, and my wipers replaced. I remind myself to take deep breaths overtime I have to put this, and everything for November/December on my credit card.
Four more weeks and my paycheck will resemble something not suffocating me slowly.
(I remain nothing but grateful that it is my only main struggle, and that my job is joyful now.)
It took an hour and half at the car place, but I really didn't notice. I'd made the choice to take my laptop, use the new iPhone upgraded hotspot from my phone, for my laptop, and to work on the beginning of The RCG Retreat trio of posts, that will hopefully get done by midweek.
I ended up pushing my plans with my mother earlier, and we did all the Thanksgiving shopping at three different locations of her choosing, in the vastly down pouring rain. I helped her unload once in the middle, and during the second half we even had a lunch of sushi out. I went home with the plan to nap for an hour and write for an hour. Instead I napped for two and some change to the sound of the rain pouring.
Then I headed back to my parents, because they now live less than ten minutes from me, for a celebratory spaghetti and wine dinner. Celebrating the being informed I'd been/be being hire eight days ago, and the official HR call on Wednesday. Along with really everything. The fact it didn't move me, and I'm keeping my kids, and I love everything about my classes, my co-teacher, the two different clubs I'm backing, the friend who got me this job, the people I work with.
The world turned into the worst parts of the crazy pouring rain as I stayed there and helped my mother check all the specs on both of her computers for being ready for the classes she starts soon. It wasn't too hard to do, and I marked down all the things to follow, before heading home again. I'm still working on making this place look beautiful six months later.
But the last six months have been nothing short of brutal and at some point I may write a locked post so I can cover it once and only have to nod toward it from time to time. But it continues to be a grace to come home and want to do things. To be putting things on the walls, and figuring out how to move things to fit my tree, or deciding on a small tree for the dinning room table.
I should be sleeping now, even. I went to bed intending to sleep.
Made it through checking my entry, that I had to post while running out the door to dinner. Sent out the secret swap recipients for the first YuleSwap a friend and I are running together. Paid all my bills, and watched my entire paycheck for the month vanish in less than twenty hours since it got to me. Cleared up and off my entire mac desktop to go better with my new desktop, and so the clutter stops hamstringing me. Checked more things off my to - do list.
More tomorrow. So much more. With the entry writing, and the wall hangings, and the several meetings. But more tomorrow, as this is only day one of my nine day Thanksgiving holiday from teaching (which is even more blessings that come with the job). All my love, and more to come.
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