Random Monday Thoughts...On a Tuesday...

I haven’t felt like I’ve had any time to myself in a very long time.   My brain is mush.  I don’t know what the hell is going on in my life or where I’m at within it.   I’m actually thinking about taking a *cough* sick day (or two) just to stay at home and catch up on some “me” time.  I miss me.

 

I usually try to save my sick days for June or July (when the weather is warm, the sun is shining, the beer is cold and my deck chairs are clear of snow), but I’m getting desperate for some solitude.  Really, really desperate.

 

Over the past couple of weeks, my jewelry business has been picking up steam again and I’ve actually just received an order for a wedding in June.   Yay me.  Problem is – I have no motivation to get moving on it.  Hence, another great reason for a “me” day.

 

The Boy was home for a quick visit on the weekend.  He was actually home for a summer job interview with the water department of a local town.  Fingers crossed that he gets it.  He desperately needs a good summer job and those are very scarce in our area.

 

When I asked The Boy how the interview went.  His reply was:

 

 “I’m not going to lie, I’m totally not qualified for it.  I’d much rather be working in the cemetery maintenance department.  No one’s going to bother me there.”   

 

He’s so much like me – it’s scary…

 

Speaking of cemeteries - I saw the creepiest thing on my way home a couple of weeks ago when I was driving by an old country cemetery in the middle of nowhere.  I see small flickering lights in the cemetery and my first thought was someone was in the cemetery with a flashlight.  Out of morbid curiosity, I slow down to get a closer look and then I realize they were those damn solar lights.  A number of graves were adorned with solar lights.   I’m guessing those same graves were also decorated with lawn gnomes and plastic flowers.   What the hell the solar lights were for, I do not know.  BUT, I do know that it creeped me out.  

I hate it when I ask someone (J) to look up one small thing on his computer and the time I spent explaining it to him and listening to him complain that he couldn't find it - I could have done it myself.  Grrr...