Some Days You Can Elude the Bears

[rolanni]

...with apologies to matociquala for the continued abuse of her name


Yesterday, nothing was resolved -- even something that we had been assured would be resolved (for some value &c) by Thursday. This being the Most, um, Exciting thing hanging fire, there was much disappointment, not to mention disarray, in the halls of the Confusion Factory.

All that being so, last night kinzel picked me up from work and, in accordance with my Evil Plan, drove us to the ocean. We walked the beach until the coolth and the breeze became more than even fanatical saltwater and sand folken were willing to deal with, and back home we came, to partake of the cheesy spicy chicken kinzel had forethoughtfully prepared, and to talk until 'way too late, over what was probably one too many glasses of wine.

This morning, we were up earlyish to take Mozart down to the spa to (alas) have him shaved. He is now a wonder of mat-free softness, and very glad to be home where there are no crazy ladies with mat knives and electric shavers.

While Mozart was enjoying this Just for Him time, we had a couple of omelet sandwiches at the truck stop Subway, drove out to the PO Box (no, the Thursday-news has not yet arrived), and window-shopped some used Subarus at the local used Subaru place. It's become apparent that we absolutely do need a second car, but how we're to arrive at one is a Mystery. I fear that we shall have to Be Creative.

It's funny, I'd always thought -- foolishly, as it now seems -- that in my mid-fifties I would no longer be obliged to live by my wits. Why I thought that escapes me at the moment; perhaps a dream of a deserved and privileged prosperity in old age left over from a blue collar childhood. Ah, well.

After a well-deserved nap, I'm actually working -- and will now fall to again, having had this short and pleasant break.

Comments

'tis a shame.....

[drammar.livejournal.com]

...that life so rarely allows us to fully live our dreams. I have shared your dream, perhaps for the same reason, and still am experiencing Creative Synergy as a way to get by. Perhaps for many of us the middle of the 50s decade is the time for questioning such things?

Still sending good thoughts your way for joyful resolution to all the glitches.

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

rawr.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

You ol' softie, you...

The treadmills were a hoot, btw. Thanks.

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

My pleasure.

The wallpaper one really gets me....

[jerusha.livejournal.com]

Unconnected to any of the above, but just because I'm online from the con and thinking of it: debmats and I both tried to get Captain Jack and the Mermaid for you, but no one at the con had it for sale. I'll try to catch billroper tonight to remind him to bring a copy to where he'll see spiritdance next weekend (or, alternatively, to answer his email and sell you one directly.)

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Thank you both for your efforts on my behalf! Who'd've thought this would be sor hard?

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I'd always thought -- foolishly, as it now seems -- that in my mid-fifties I would no longer be obliged to live by my wits.

Foolish thought indeed. As for myself, I expect I'll have to live by my wits for a long time, at least until the mortgage is all paid off. Or maybe Steven Spielberg will call my wifey and express some interest about one of her books. One can dream. But I think it's going to be live-by-wits for a loooong time, for many people in these cyberspace parts.

live by what?

[baggette.livejournal.com]

It's all fine and good to live by your wits, but what if you haven't any?

I was planning to live comfortably by someone else's until we retired comfortably. So much for THOSE foolish dreams

[deb-krol.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't feel too bad--we had planned to cash out during the Great Phoenix Homebuying Frenzy and use the proceeds to get a house with a Little Bitty Mortgage-so I could ease up a bit and maybe even quit my Day Job.

Well--it didn't exactly work out that way. We did get another house, but with a larger mortgage [but in a way better 'hood [less crime and lots better shopping within walking distance, which with all the obscene petrol prices looming is not a bad idea at _all_], lower utilities and even a flood-irrigated lot--which is a boon here in the desert; instead of paying $200-250 a month to keep our trees and bushes alive, we pay $55 a year...which kind of makes up for the increased payment]. So Deb has to keep her day job and continue writing on the side--sigh.

but it could be worse, I always say--at least the Day Job doesn't mind freelancing on the side.

In other words, we too are living by our wits in our 50s--but at least I'm working and able to keep us in White Bread Land [as opposed to the increasingly dangerous Phoenix barrios]. As long as I can keep up the pace, that is...