How the Mighty Have Fallen

So now I'm working for a national company. It's a job in retail. I don't like retail. I don't like trying to sell people stuff-I want to tell them to save money, or watch to their calories and fat intact, not to suggest a bigger size or a specific bakery item. I'm so desperate to get a job in a library again I've stooped to sending junk e-mail that promises your wishes will be granted. Oh, well at least it's inspiring me to write again.

I've been too depressed to write much lately. My Granddad died. In the end the sickness was worse than death. In death there was release. At the funeral looking at his date of birth I realized Rob was only 16 when he was in the Korean war. Born in 1935 and the Korean war was 1951-1952-You do the math!

So I've got to keep on-I know that. Somehow, someway, say it with me, "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all matter of things shall be well".

Questions

How long does it take to settle into a new house?

How much is too much to spend on clearing up acne?

Why do so many people believe $5.15 is a living wage?

Is Pres. Bush really as dumb as he acts?

Is Monty Python's answer to the Meaning of Life really the meaning of life?

Thank You Kurt Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury!

I've been listening to some short stores lately by Kurt Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury. They've help me keep going through the stress of a major life change. I listen to Ray Bradbury's The Cat's Pajamas and Other Short Stories first. He led me out of the ordinary realm of life and think about things in a new and wild way. After that I started on Kurt Vonnegut's Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Stories. He made me laugh out loud and think about how different two peers' perspective on life can be.

So thanks guys! Sometimes fiction is stranger that truth!

"I've been afraid of changes"

I've been too scared to write lately. Things are really getting out of control for me. I wanted this change, prayed for it, but now that it's here I'm having a hard time dealing with it. Plus I'm still behind on school work, and we are not completely moved out of our old home!

So back to the being too scared to write. Things have been so complex and unpredictable. I like to sit back and make smug predictions and observations, but I can't really do that now. I have no idea what is going to happen to us. I'm throwing everything away that I was taught to want: A secure job with retirement and health insurance. (Not that there is anything wrong with that. Everyone should be so lucky. I'm going to miss my health insurance most of all!) I truly have no idea what the next week holds and the more I think about this the more I have to keep myself from hyperventilating.

I have a few stories to share about saying good-bye. I will save those for later. Hopefully I won't be all gloom and doom.