I promised I would update this redheaded stepchild of a blog.
The funny thing is, I feel like I don’t have anything worth writing…
I get farther and farther away from remembering what my old job is like, and the other day I actually forgot that I worked with a few people at that office. I definitely don’t miss the commute, and I like not having a dress code. It is, however, a little lonely sometimes working out of the house. But thankfully, I have 3 outside networking meetings this week, so those are a nice change.
I feel like (some) of my friends have been letting me down left and right. They don’t call. They don’t Facebook. Twitter. Text. Anything. I don’t understand it. Oscar says it’s because we’re getting older, and because people are busy; they have lives to lead. But I think that’s a total cop-out. I try and always make time for the people I care about – wouldn’t everyone?
Skelly (our diabetic cat) went back to the vet for a follow-up exam after his first diagnosis around Christmas. The vet still wants to do a second round of tests in a few weeks because he hasn’t gained much weight. I understand her job is to prolong each animal’s life that comes in there, but it bugged me that she kept saying, “I don’t know where you are financially, but…” I could have said, “Well you know, I AM currently depending on unemployment checks, and you have a job, so if you want to test him, you test him,” buuut I realize that’s a tad passive-aggressive.
I started sorting through old columns and letters and pictures from my maternal grandfather. In doing so, I realized that I want to write about his life. I’m not sure what yet, but if there’s a market about granddaughters writing about their deceased grandfathers while “finding” themselves in the process, maybe something far-fetched like that?