I am working on a project that is frustrating me and stressing me out. I hate to complain about having work to do when I am so desperate for income, but I really wish I could get that money flowing without having it be such a big deal. I'm also trying to get some money due me for work I did months ago. I'd let it go, but it's a significant chunk o' change, and I did good work for these folks, and it's just really discouraging that I have to make a big stinking fuss and I'm still not getting PAID.
I had two big gorgeous peonies blooming in my yard, so I snipped them and put them in a vase on my kitchen window sill. Every once in awhile a flutter of petals falls to my kitchen counter. It's very strange. The flowers sit there in their deep magenta splendor, and then - whoosh - a bunch of petals drop. I swear they make noise as they fall, but it hardly seems possible.
I'm still feeling rather in between. Not quite of Seattle, and not quite all the way of this town. I live on the edges of Hijo's life, his classroom activities, Little League. Don't have much life of my own yet.
It's the rhody* fest this week, complete with rickety looking carnival rides and not one, but three parades. The high school band has been practicing in the mornings, marching all around the neighborhood. Today they played and marched right down our street, and Hijo and I watched from behind the screen door, me only a little embarrassed to be standing there in my pajamas.
Updated with foto. Check this out:
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* nobody around here bothers to spell out rhododendron, but there, I've gone and done it anyway.
Oh Neen - feel your pain on the money chasing thing.
I find I am a horrible boss to work for, but you move from these big cities to these backdocks and sometimes you are the only employer willing to take you on for a long term basis.
Good luck!!
Posted by: jeanie | 21 May 2007 at 02:01 PM