In reality, I think just about every day is 'Slow-Mo" for me.
I haven't written up any Toaster Oven Tuesday posts for this year yet. I intended to do one on Mac & Cheese this week, but didn't take a single picture so didn't bother. Notice I wasn't really very intent!
A friend was going to come on Tuesday and have dinner and spend the night, but her plans changed and she arrived a few hours earlier and only stayed for a couple hours. We rarely have guests, so I had to make the house look at least a little presentable. That kept me busy all morning, and I had to do some shopping, which I tend to put off all the more with Marty's unemployment. It's not like we can't afford to still eat, but I go into survival mode, I was very poor for more years than I care to remember. This friend and I have been friends-of-various-degree since 1974. She's had her own difficulties in finding good employment in recent years, and barely scrapes by.
We had a good visit even though shorter than planned, and after she left, I went ahead and prepared the dinner I'd planned and Nick, Marty & I enjoyed it and the leftovers all through yesterday.
Marty's been busy with telephone and in-person interviews. In between, he needed to have an out-patient procedure done to remove a bladder stone. He's so much more 'relieved' now. We voiced thoughts about what would have happened if we were living 100 or more years ago...I think, as minor a problem as we see this today, it might have become a slow, agonizing death for him back then. Dreadful thought. He had to go through a pre-op visit for this procedure, and a chest x-ray caused some concern so he has to go in this next week for a CT scan. Please pray this is nothing more than a faulty x-ray. Marty's quite concerned (i.e. worried) and I'm trying not to be until we have all the facts.
Yesterday, he received the call from one of the interviewing companies, to offer him a position. They just have to work out his salary, hopefully acceptable to them to keep us on or above, the same plane we've been on. He'd taken cuts with the last two positions after his August 2013 lay off, so it would be nice to come back up a little. It took nine months for him to regain employment last time, so if this position holds, it's a big improvement being only three weeks since he was let go.
Two friends this past week or so have respectively lost a parent. One's dad was in his 90s, the others mom was 86. One in CA but taking the remains to TX, the other in MN with final resting place in TN. The one for TN is tomorrow so I pray that with the horrible weather conditions back there, that all goes as planned. There seems to be so much loss at this age. I don't suppose that'll change.
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Saturday, January 23, 2016
Monday, January 4, 2016
Round Two
OK, I'm ready for 2016 to start all over with different results.
I was quite happily and intent-edly getting my address books updated and my Christmas card list in order (to be ready for 2016's Christmas) when I decided to check my Facebook page.
Unfortunately, there was a message there from Marty saying today was lay off day at the company he just started working for this past July, and he was among those who had to pack up and leave. He is now home, and seems more hopeful than I expected, and certainly more hopeful than when he was laid off back in August 2013. I don't know that I'll fair well going through how he was then....I have enough of my own "issues" that I've been struggling with.
The Lord will see us through this; I believe that; I just don't relish the process...and the hit to the bank account during the time it takes for him to find employment again, which hopefully will happen. At 61, finding employment is harder (veiled age discrimination is a reality) and he's still too young to retire. My selfish self isn't ready for him to be home 24/7 yet either.
My efforts on the address book and card list were completed. I then spent 20 minutes on hold to the pharmacy to get a prescription filled before giving up and then just driving there. I think I was home with refill in hand in less time than I'd spent on hold!
In trying to prepare a post on Webs of Thread, Blogger/Firefox freezes as soon as I try to add my photos, so I'm giving up for now. It past time to get dinner started.
I pray tomorrow is better.
I was quite happily and intent-edly getting my address books updated and my Christmas card list in order (to be ready for 2016's Christmas) when I decided to check my Facebook page.
Unfortunately, there was a message there from Marty saying today was lay off day at the company he just started working for this past July, and he was among those who had to pack up and leave. He is now home, and seems more hopeful than I expected, and certainly more hopeful than when he was laid off back in August 2013. I don't know that I'll fair well going through how he was then....I have enough of my own "issues" that I've been struggling with.
The Lord will see us through this; I believe that; I just don't relish the process...and the hit to the bank account during the time it takes for him to find employment again, which hopefully will happen. At 61, finding employment is harder (veiled age discrimination is a reality) and he's still too young to retire. My selfish self isn't ready for him to be home 24/7 yet either.
My efforts on the address book and card list were completed. I then spent 20 minutes on hold to the pharmacy to get a prescription filled before giving up and then just driving there. I think I was home with refill in hand in less time than I'd spent on hold!
In trying to prepare a post on Webs of Thread, Blogger/Firefox freezes as soon as I try to add my photos, so I'm giving up for now. It past time to get dinner started.
I pray tomorrow is better.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Another Year Older...
...for someone special in our family. Marty's birthday is today. Our tradition, as a family, is to go out to dinner to celebrate at the restaurant of choice for the birthday person. This year, we had to give that a great deal of consideration given that it could mean a couple bags of groceries, or a tank of gas, or could be needed to go towards the mortgage or utilities somewhere down the road. We decided to go ahead and go out and enjoyed a nice meal at Macaroni's Grill. If you don't have them in your area, they're an Italian style restaurant. We hadn't been there in several years, and I have to say it was nice going on a Tuesday evening :) No waiting!
The birthday boy had a grilled salmon plate while Nick and I each had "Penne Rustica" which is penne pasta with prosciutto, shrimp, chicken in a nice creamy sauce with some Parmesan grated on top, yum, that's what I always have when I go there and I brought half home for tomorrow's lunch. Marty enjoyed his salmon as well as his individual chocolate cake served with a side of whipped cream sprinkled with nuts and a small pot of chocolate to dip it in, or I suppose you could pour it over the top. They also sang happy birthday in Italian. The singers had wonderful, harmonized, well-trained voices which was awesome because I wouldn't have expected those voices to come from the two singers. The female had a speech impediment that I had to listen to very carefully to catch her words when we were chatting, and the gent, a thin young man of Asian descent, came out with a wonderful deep rich voice that I would have expected from a classic portly Italian tenor. Just goes to show, never judge a book by its cover, and you'd think I'd have learned that by now.
Tomorrow is the day Marty has a "weeding out" phone interview with a prospective employer. Pray that this turns into a belated birthday gift by turning into a full-time job. It's hard keeping him encouraged. I know many out there are struggling finding jobs, and have been unemployed longer than Marty, and for those I would offer a prayer for relief too. Marty has never been unemployed since his college days, so he's learning a whole new ball game, so to speak. And since college, he's only worked for two agencies, one a university, the other an internet start-up. There is a huge diversity of skills required in any given company looking for software developers/computer programmers, so while he may have many of the skills they're looking for, he may not have all their requirements.
The birthday boy had a grilled salmon plate while Nick and I each had "Penne Rustica" which is penne pasta with prosciutto, shrimp, chicken in a nice creamy sauce with some Parmesan grated on top, yum, that's what I always have when I go there and I brought half home for tomorrow's lunch. Marty enjoyed his salmon as well as his individual chocolate cake served with a side of whipped cream sprinkled with nuts and a small pot of chocolate to dip it in, or I suppose you could pour it over the top. They also sang happy birthday in Italian. The singers had wonderful, harmonized, well-trained voices which was awesome because I wouldn't have expected those voices to come from the two singers. The female had a speech impediment that I had to listen to very carefully to catch her words when we were chatting, and the gent, a thin young man of Asian descent, came out with a wonderful deep rich voice that I would have expected from a classic portly Italian tenor. Just goes to show, never judge a book by its cover, and you'd think I'd have learned that by now.
Tomorrow is the day Marty has a "weeding out" phone interview with a prospective employer. Pray that this turns into a belated birthday gift by turning into a full-time job. It's hard keeping him encouraged. I know many out there are struggling finding jobs, and have been unemployed longer than Marty, and for those I would offer a prayer for relief too. Marty has never been unemployed since his college days, so he's learning a whole new ball game, so to speak. And since college, he's only worked for two agencies, one a university, the other an internet start-up. There is a huge diversity of skills required in any given company looking for software developers/computer programmers, so while he may have many of the skills they're looking for, he may not have all their requirements.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
All I Want To Do, Is Dre-e-eammm
But then again, maybe not.
I awoke this morning out of yet another odd dream. I don't always remember if I've dreamed or not, and when I do it's often those dreams generated by the reality that it's close to time to wake up and head to the nearest bathroom because, in the dream, I'll be looking for a bathroom and should I find one, it's usually inoperable or unavailable for some really odd, and strange reason. This morning's dream, however, was a bit different, and I'm sure it has to do with Marty's current state of unemployment.
In this dream, my aunt, yes, the favorite Aunt Irene in the wet land, she and I were looking for work. Not just any work mind you, but work in a corn field. And, much like one sees depicted in photos from the 1930's depression of men waiting in long lines for a job, we too were in a long line to sign up to be able to work that day at this farm. At some point, we were separated as we respectively approached different helpers to sign up; similar to tellers at a bank window. My aunt got processed and I lost track of where she was, all the while I was trying to find, even with 'my' helper, the 1/4 sheet of paper on which was the form to sign up. We could not find one, and she left her desk and I rummaged her desk to no avail, then went to where she was standing at another counter and asked again for the form to which she replied "Do you have a kitchen entity?" huh? "As in am I able to work in the kitchen?" And then my alarm went off. I never found my aunt again, never filled out the form, and don't know what I'd be doing in the kitchen.
Ah well, just a dream that maybe includes the fear that I will have to look for work, even part-time, where I've been out of the paid with real money work force now for 15 years...yes, scary thought. I'm sure my skills are near archaic for today's modern offices. Not to mention being this grand old age of 60! Well, it hasn't come to that yet, so I will continue trusting the Lord will provide Marty the right job, at the right time, at the right pay, at the right place in His time.
I awoke this morning out of yet another odd dream. I don't always remember if I've dreamed or not, and when I do it's often those dreams generated by the reality that it's close to time to wake up and head to the nearest bathroom because, in the dream, I'll be looking for a bathroom and should I find one, it's usually inoperable or unavailable for some really odd, and strange reason. This morning's dream, however, was a bit different, and I'm sure it has to do with Marty's current state of unemployment.
In this dream, my aunt, yes, the favorite Aunt Irene in the wet land, she and I were looking for work. Not just any work mind you, but work in a corn field. And, much like one sees depicted in photos from the 1930's depression of men waiting in long lines for a job, we too were in a long line to sign up to be able to work that day at this farm. At some point, we were separated as we respectively approached different helpers to sign up; similar to tellers at a bank window. My aunt got processed and I lost track of where she was, all the while I was trying to find, even with 'my' helper, the 1/4 sheet of paper on which was the form to sign up. We could not find one, and she left her desk and I rummaged her desk to no avail, then went to where she was standing at another counter and asked again for the form to which she replied "Do you have a kitchen entity?" huh? "As in am I able to work in the kitchen?" And then my alarm went off. I never found my aunt again, never filled out the form, and don't know what I'd be doing in the kitchen.
Ah well, just a dream that maybe includes the fear that I will have to look for work, even part-time, where I've been out of the paid with real money work force now for 15 years...yes, scary thought. I'm sure my skills are near archaic for today's modern offices. Not to mention being this grand old age of 60! Well, it hasn't come to that yet, so I will continue trusting the Lord will provide Marty the right job, at the right time, at the right pay, at the right place in His time.
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