Annoying Autobiographical Pause #495April 21, 2009 - Author: newscoma - Comments are closed
I don’t know what happened to that wrestling dude’s head, but I have a feeling he did something to irritate the 8-year-old boy who showed him to me last year. It was sitting on my cell phone and I found it recently.
It’s sort of how I feel this past few days.
I’ve been acting very odd recently. What I mean is that I’ve been running 90 to nothing, as the saying goes, and as it happens every time about this time of year, and I have no idea if I’m getting anything accomplished. Spring is busy for everyone, and it is what it is, to quote Chez Bez as I’m wont to do. I’m worrying more than I usually do and then I try to drown myself into doing more than I should be.
I also am finding myself getting very irritated because I try very hard not to call the Whambulance. I think I succeed in this to a degree, but alas, I’m human. There is so much more that I could say to my real-life friends and family that I don’t.
It’s just not that important in the long run.
I’ve even considered putting Newscoma on hiatus for awhile and just posting over at NewsTechZilla exclusively, but I’m sort of smitten with this blog thing here in Hoots, so I guess that just means I’m a bit tired. And, I’m a Growed-Up (that’s a Homerism) so I realize that getting a bit disconcerted some of the time is natural and expected. What I need is a beach. On the paltry amount of money I make, I can afford a lake, but at least there is that and I’m not complaining.
My friend swims. I’m thinking about taking this up because she seems to glow after she hits the pool for an hour. I might have to take this up as it intrigues me.
Steering into middle-age is an odd thing, campers. And we have these bouts of losing our self-confidence/mojo and anyone who tells you different is … well, let’s just say it’s normal.
Yesterday, my nose was bleeding every couple of hours and I was feeling quite poorly. This might be stress but I think it’s probably a sinus infection coming on as the weather hates us in Tennessee and I’ve been out in the rain getting soaked about five times in the past two weeks. The wonderful people I work with let me go home and I did nothing for awhile, but I was so worried that I might be missing something, I almost got up and went back to work. There are times that your intrepid ‘Coma needs to make appearances for her only funding stream, so I started chewing my battered nails over missing two events that I felt were important. Other folks went, but I just felt like I needed to be there. Apparently there was a sign from the heavens when my nose became a faucet for the fourth, and last, time of the day.
I just went to bed. I’m also feeling a hermit phase come on, but that happens to me occasionally and is part of my charm. (snark:/)
I’ve been seeking, as I’ve been doing for the last two years, job opportunities across the area and may have to expand my field of distance. Every time I get a bite, something happens which makes it impossible, people want me to work for free or the paid freelance opportunities (basically my preference at this point except for the fear of losing already paltry health insurance) has fallen into the toilet. I keep wondering what I’m doing wrong. Maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s just not in the picture. Anyway, it wears on you after awhile when you know that the ship you are on is in choppy waters and there is not enough Dramamine to keep that queasy feeling out of the pit of your stomach.
I played with the remaining two puppies late yesterday as I sat alone in the commune. They romped and stomped, licked and bit my toes and all was right with the world. The last two adopted puppies leave on Thursday to a lovely young woman and her roommate I met at Centennial Park when I delivered Sharon and Sarcastro their puppies a couple of weeks ago. I know they will love them. I do too, although Mabel will most likely be delighted as they like to chase her about the house. Mabel keeps her cool though, and that my friends, is of the good.
She’s a trooper.
So, that’s my monthly, these days, autobiographical pause. Ready to suck it up, do what I have to do and pat Mabel on the head twice, as she deserves it.