Sunday, November 25, 2012

There's a dead raccoon in a garbage can in my garage.

He stinks.

I did not get any great advice when I asked for help on facebook, other than to put the garbage can on the curb on collections day. WHICH IS 5 STINKIN DAYS AWAY.

I was really hoping I'd get an offer of, "Hey, I'll come by with my pick up truck and take that can and it's contents off your hands. No problem."

That? I did not get.


After I spent some time with my dad (feeding him lunch is SO much easier than supper, let me tell you) I ignored the situation in my garage and headed over to a friend's house. Three of sat around her kitchen table, and two of us had very leaky eyes. Oh my goodness. THIS HAS GOT TO STOP.

Everything is overwhelming these days. It doesn't even have to be especially sad or particularly painful, my face just gets wet. It's embarrassing. And yes, next week, during my first week at my new job? I am taking some time off to see my doctor. If this is menopause - I need help. And if this is depression - I need some meds. Because I am barely functioning. Whoa.

After I had cried off all my make up, two of us went across the line into LaConner for dinner and a Christmas Concert; a jazz pianist from BC was playing ... Carol Peters. It. Was. Awesome.

So very awesome.
I think I love jazzy Christmas carols.
Played by an excellent musician.
In a quaint town.
With a cheerful friend.
Wearing comfortable footwear.
(I was wearing the comfortable footwear, the cheery friend was wearing sexy boots.)
(I was PLANNING on wearing high heeled boots, but what with the thing in my garage and the tears on my face, I totally forgot to change out of my runners. Yes. I was the dumpy friend in runners at a formal, fancy, special seasonal evening.)
(Didn't matter once they turned the lights off.)


 Three things I'm thankful for:

1. When I got home? Drew and Danica were here. There is nothing better than coming home to a house that has someone you love in it. 

2. Uh, yeah. I got a job. Yay.

3. And this is embarrassing, but here it is, I asked for (during one of my many interviews) for a gradual entry into my new position. Like, I'm 5 years old and going to kindergarten for the first time. (There are a lot of loose ends/appointments/responsibilities that I have to take care of before I work alldayeverydayforrestofmylife.) So I am very thankful that they suggested I work mornings only next week.
So yeah. Yes, I am thankful.


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