Derron's helping more with Hazel, our 12 week old puppy. The puppy's doing her part too and letting me get more sleep. It was nice to get out for a while yesterday but I was so happy to see little Hazel's face when I got home.
She got her first bath today. She was pretty smelly after 2 weeks of playing hard, rolling in the dirt, and just plain being a puppy. I think even Gracie the cat approved of the change!
Still nothing on the job front. Friends have given me lots of different advice. I heard from one yesterday, Pam. Pam's also been looking for work. I redid her resume for her some time ago and she thinks it helped a lot. Wish someone would look at mine. Problem is I'm getting interviews...sometimes second interviews, but then nothing.
I'm almost at my wit's end. I cannot, cannot, cannot, continue not working. It's making me crazy, not to mention brain-dead. I'm sick of TV. I could cook but not as much as I'd like or as involved as I'd like until I'm sure Hazel is housebroken.
And forget about reading...I have a stack of books, three in fact (hit a Borders that was closing and cleaned up) and I don't know when I'll get to them all. Maybe soon I can have some time in the front yard swing with a book and a cold beer or glass of wine...
On top of everything else, dad was in the hospital again. I didn't call as often as I should have but he's home now so all is well. I hope so. Derron and I need to make a trip to Richmond to see him. Maybe after this semester and before Derron starts summer school.
In the interim, I'm going to keep plugging away...and again, I'm writing. I enjoy that and I can do it on the couch so that's good. Not sure I like the "based on Hazel's life" story I've been writing. I read something a while back that said your real first effort...sometimes the one you avoid the most, is the autobiographical one. It's the one we all need to write...should be sort of cathartic. And I think I'm needing some kind of catharsis these days...just saying.
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