Ring, Ring, Hello? That was the sound of my minimal dreams on temporary hiatus. However, it is also the sound of my financial woes taking a much-needed vacation. I am a contractor as we have discussed at length in the past. When work is scarcer than diet food on a buffet, the sound of that phone ringing is music to our ears. It netted me an extra two weeks wages but with 12 hour days and 2-hour commutes, it leaves little time to catapult my clutter.
Work has been different this time. I haven’t been sitting around dreaming about the things I can buy (except for the camper and land). All the previous financial blunders are hanging out under my hardhat so there is no additional room for error. This also means I have less time to write. It’s sad in a way I have been enjoying these mini chats on what we are up to.
My grandson had his first birthday party today. He was totally covered in icing and having a ball. Experiencing his joyous laughter and watching his eyes light up with all the sounds that parties provide, was worth giving up my only day off. It was good to see two of my girls, the youngest (mother of the one-year-old) and her partner just moved into the most beautiful wooded oasis. The path to the home is narrow and winds up a hill covered in trees. At the top, you are met with windows to the heavens and total seclusion. Inside the view is awe-inspiring, their master bedroom leads out to a deck where you can see the entirety of the property. It’s a homestead author’s write novels about.
Tomorrow begins my second week at being back at work after four months. I was used to working at my own pace and having cappuccinos that were steamy and had not grown cold from being ignored. When there was always a tomorrow to accomplish something new and fulfillment from a hard day’s work of downsizing. You know what else it was though? Worry. Constant worry about when work would open up and whether or not that house note was getting paid on time. One thing improves and another has to wait.
Back at the house following the party, it’s maddening, after spending forty-five minutes shopping at our local super-store filling our buggies with supplies for the coming week. We’re Stuffing the washer, washing dishes and preparing the house in case the realtor calls all while trying to relax. Six more commitments and I will have another day off, four, for my husband. That day off will be spent out of town.
When you think about it, all of us who were not affected by Irma or Harvey can go on leading our lives as normal and have homes and livelihoods to return to. I am grateful to be able to shop, attend a party and even wash my clothes. You see there was once a storm named Katrina and for us, at that time we were in the eye of the storm. Our house survived, but life as we knew it took a while to get back to normal. Our thoughts go out to everyone involved in the two latest storms and all those who suffered flooding.
Peace and Love be with you,