Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Home Alone

I don't understand those folks who wish they didn't have to work for a living. I have been home full-time now for less than two months, and I can't possibly be more bored to pieces. Maybe if I had children to watch after, or a home-based business to run, or a huge garden to tend. Since there are millions of people out of work right now, it may be a few days or a few more months before I find work again, who can say? In the interim, I try to stay positive. I decorate the new house, I drive around our new town trying to get familiar with it, I go run errands. I try to read or paint or write letters to fill my hours. I read the paper from front to back now, drinking coffee and watching the birds at the feeders on the back deck. I avoid the pitfall of getting sucked into watching TV all day, so the house is unearthly quiet as I keep the monster turned off. Even the cats sleep all day long in their hiding places, I go hours without even seeing any of them. True there is still work to be done around the house, but James is here for just moments in the morning before he leaves for work, and about two to three hours at night before he goes to bed. Any mess around the house is one I've created myself. There are still boxes left unpacked down in the basement, but on most days I don't really want to work down there for long. One day it will be bright and warm and just another part of the house, once it's finished. Right now it is dark and damp and cold, and the concrete is not conducive for sitting or standing for long periods. I know eventually I will get into my rhythm here, and my hours and days will fly by. Right now I don't even know what day of the week it is.

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