Thursday, October 23, 2003
The house has been in pieces lately, ripped apart to accomodate the massive renovations. New "wood" floors, new carpet, incoming furniture and everything I own boxed up for mobility's sake. Not that it matters, though, I have what I need to make it through most days; plaid pajama pants, clean underthings, remote controls, cell phone, and fuzzy slippers.
I remind me of this woman I read about in a book. Her name was Claire and her husband left her on the day their child was born so she moved from the big city to her tiny home town to live with her parents and hide from the world. Her parents were crazy and her younger siblings were ridiculous and moody. She never left the house and stayed in her pjs most of the time. Take out the child/dirty husband thing and it's practically me. Eventually, she met someone new and she changed into regular clothes and joined the living world once again. I have every intention of doing the same, only I have yet to find the right thing to push me in that direction. Somedays, when it's nice outside, I think about leaving the house, the state, the country, but ultimately distract myself with some random PBS documentary or endless games of Freecell or Bookworm.
Things could be looking up, or, at least, less down. I'm talking to a woman about interviewing for a job I would love, love, LOVE but have only a chance of actually attaining. It's still progress, though, right?
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I remind me of this woman I read about in a book. Her name was Claire and her husband left her on the day their child was born so she moved from the big city to her tiny home town to live with her parents and hide from the world. Her parents were crazy and her younger siblings were ridiculous and moody. She never left the house and stayed in her pjs most of the time. Take out the child/dirty husband thing and it's practically me. Eventually, she met someone new and she changed into regular clothes and joined the living world once again. I have every intention of doing the same, only I have yet to find the right thing to push me in that direction. Somedays, when it's nice outside, I think about leaving the house, the state, the country, but ultimately distract myself with some random PBS documentary or endless games of Freecell or Bookworm.
Things could be looking up, or, at least, less down. I'm talking to a woman about interviewing for a job I would love, love, LOVE but have only a chance of actually attaining. It's still progress, though, right?
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