Subjective weirdness
How can 5 months have gone by without posting anything? I have been reading others posts, commenting randomly and rarely. I have been feeling ‘weird’.
The weirdness comes from the whole being laid off thing. Since I’ve known it was coming since November of last year, it’s been the longest fucking goodbye which is weirdness all by itself. I’ve been off work for three weeks now. Every day feels like Saturday. I’ve been puttering around the garden. Finished the garden columns (which are awesome Ishouldpostapicture. ) Hosting a garden club meeting. Finally extending the pavers all the way around the pool . (Not a mean feat when it’s 95 outside.) I’ve decided to give myself the summer before I start to look for another job. I’m being paid 10 months worth of severance plus other nice parting gifts so I shouldn’t be feeling as insecure as I am, but that’s me. I worry that because of the oil spill in the Gulf I may never work again. But I probably will.
The last two days I have spent online planning my family’s trip to Montreal and Quebec City next month. It is going to be so much fun. A vacation that doesn’t involve visiting family! I haven’t been out of the US for almost 20 years. They speak French! It’s like a foreign country! 12 days! We’re going to spend more than someone who is unemployed has a right to but I DON’T CARE. Who knows when I’ll get a chance again, especially with my daughters who are 17 and 20. Montreal has an outdoors techno concert series this summer. They are all psyched about that. Meanwhile, my husband and I will have a nice dinner at a jazz bar. I can hardly wait!
The weirdness comes from the whole being laid off thing. Since I’ve known it was coming since November of last year, it’s been the longest fucking goodbye which is weirdness all by itself. I’ve been off work for three weeks now. Every day feels like Saturday. I’ve been puttering around the garden. Finished the garden columns (which are awesome Ishouldpostapicture. ) Hosting a garden club meeting. Finally extending the pavers all the way around the pool . (Not a mean feat when it’s 95 outside.) I’ve decided to give myself the summer before I start to look for another job. I’m being paid 10 months worth of severance plus other nice parting gifts so I shouldn’t be feeling as insecure as I am, but that’s me. I worry that because of the oil spill in the Gulf I may never work again. But I probably will.
The last two days I have spent online planning my family’s trip to Montreal and Quebec City next month. It is going to be so much fun. A vacation that doesn’t involve visiting family! I haven’t been out of the US for almost 20 years. They speak French! It’s like a foreign country! 12 days! We’re going to spend more than someone who is unemployed has a right to but I DON’T CARE. Who knows when I’ll get a chance again, especially with my daughters who are 17 and 20. Montreal has an outdoors techno concert series this summer. They are all psyched about that. Meanwhile, my husband and I will have a nice dinner at a jazz bar. I can hardly wait!