15:13
Mood: Irritable
Music: Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Rait
Thought of the Day: What part of “Do Not Disturb” do people have issues with? My calendar is blocked off for a reason.
Book Referral of the Day: “Outlaw Red” by Jim Kjelgaard (Short, but very endearing.)
So much crap in the last week alone. Things get better from here, right? Well, they do say that Hope is everlasting, I guess. Finally got my first pay cheque from my current contract. Almost double what I was making on EI. Interesting. I made the choice to end my EI claim until the contract is done. Not sure if I have enough hours, but making the improved percentage is worth the risk. And, the risk that I’ll have a new contract immediately for less. Still worth it. Clerk 1 minimum wage is still more than I was making at 311. Speaking of sad budgets. Is it sad that I got almost double the amount and I barely caught up with my costs? Crossing fingers that the next cheque is going to involve less damage control.
Anyway, Lola gave me a big scare in the last couple weeks. Three boosts in two weeks. Turned out she just had a bad cold. Her battery was frozen. Luckily, it wasn’t severe enough to require the purchase of another new battery. Oh, and we realised that her coolant reservoir was dry as well. Got her boosted, carefully topped up the coolant, ran for about half hour while I ate dinner, then we took her out to get dog food. I left Mom in the car so that I didn’t have to turn her off yet. Then we took a VERY scenic route back home. She’s the grand age of seven this year. Might be time to consider retirement. Just the thinking stage though. She’s been an excellent experience for me. Don’t wanna punt her to the side like junk. She’s family, after all.
Great news: She started the next day. Three times. So proud of my girl.
Loving the refillable card the transit system has instead of paying cash. No more wondering if I have enough coin, or if I accidentally put in two tickets instead of one. Tap on, tap off - and I’m paying less too. Just have to keep an eye on my balance, that’s all.
Reconstruction of Phase 1 begins next year. We’re living in Phase 3, so still lots of time to save up. I am determined to NOT live with Mom ever again. I’ll share a property with her, but not a house. She does have the best of intentions, of course, but we are not on the same wavelength. At all. There are times that I feel trapped by her behaviour. I’ve tried to discuss it with her - adult to adult. When that doesn’t work, I get irritable. Then downright angry. Doesn’t matter. She sees herself as the victim, because that’s just the way she is and I have to live with it. (Is it worth pointing out that it’s a very changeable mindset? Alas. No. Uphill battle. Too much wasted energy.) I’ll just get a therapist. Eventually.
I will survive. I always do. Meanwhile, I dream.
Sweet Dreams!
