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Here and Around the Bend

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A quick update around here…  Poe has been on 4 interviews in the past week – all in relation to security and his guard card and firearms permit.  To put that in perspective:  He had 4 interviews prior to this in the entire year and a half he’s been out of work ranging from landscaping to pizza delivery to his educational career (architectural drafting.)  Perhaps this career shift was a smart move on our part?  We shall see.  His interview yesterday he really really wants.  It’s for a major museum, and he said the employee atmosphere was “like family – like WB used to be.”  We shall see.  Please keep us in your prayers, as I think his unemployment ends pretty soon.  Like in the next two weeks.  But we’re trying our best and I guess that’s truly all we can do.  Do our best and give it up in prayer.

The boys are okay.  Driving us crazy being out of school.  Annoying each other has been their pastime.  We’re going camping again in a couple weeks.  That’ll be a good distraction for them.

I’m having a terrible time getting motivated to do anything.  I was sick for a couple of days, and coupled with the major heat, it just has drained me.  I’m trying to get back in the swing of my routine, but it’s been rather difficult to do.  Everyone else has that “summer vacation” attitude and it’s making it difficult for me to be in work mode.  But I’m trying.  My supplemental income is keeping us in food.

Where’s my popcicle?

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I have realized something. Summer is not my friend. No, not the heat. For southern California, it’s been rather mild. I’m talking about the whole relaxed atmosphere.

On school days, I get up between 5 and 6 am. As a result, I get quite a few things done before the kids wake. Once they’re at school, I have the preliminaries out of the way and I can work. Getting up late, and then the kids getting up means everything takes twice as much time. Alas, this means I have to start getting up at the normal school year time.

I hate being a grownup.

9mm

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I can honestly say I’ve never has the opportunity to write this before. I just got back from the shooting range with Poe.

I shot a Glock.

Huh.

I have a really intrinsic fear of guns. They have been held to my head. I’ve been literally physically forced to hold them. Now I’m afraid of them. Not a healthy fear that promotes safety, but but a flight response. Because Poe’s potential line of work will probably entail firearms coming home I have to get over this, learn the safety, and learn how to use them the right way.

It’s going to take time. But I stayed the whole time and didn’t run. I fired 10 rounds. And now that I’ve fired a 9mm Poe wants me to 22mm next time. He said it’ll be more comfortable for me, but wanted to start me bigger so I have a healthy respect for the weapon. When it was time for me to shoot again, I just looked at him and said I don’t want to. He didn’t force me. I actually cried the 1st 15 minutes we were in there.

My husband is such a patient man. He was even proud of me.

Gone Fishin’

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I’ve always wanted to post that (and mean it.)  We’re leaving for a camping/fishing trip early tomorrow morning.  A girls only Palm Springs trip is to directly follow.

And would be burglars?  My dad’s house/cat sitting.  He shoots first.  I wouldn’t test the voracity of that statement.

See you next week!

Preparations

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I don’t know if all moms are like me.  But I make lists.  Lots and lots of lists.

And right now I have a couple of clients heading out to NY next week, who have not yet given me credit card info for flights, another client to write for, swim lessons to sign up for, and a camping trip next week, followed the next day by a Palm Springs trip with some girls from high school.  Although “girls” seems like the wrong term since I’m 3 years away from my 20 year reunion.

I’ve made a lot of lists.

Lists of meetings and itineraries for clients.  Packing lists for camping.  Packing lists for Palm Springs.  Lists of what to buy.  Lists of what to do.  Not to mention reservations, directions, and how-to’s.  I had to google how to clean a fish.  Because my dad always did that part.  I also had to google how to percolate coffee.  I wasn’t old enough back then.

It’s quite possible that the lists are indeed keeping me sane.  Does that make me OCD?

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