Look for the silver lining

I’m sitting here this morning, having been up since 5:45 am when the dogs decided it was time to go out for their first constitutional of the day, listening to Gertie crow.  Leif was led to believe that Gertie was a hen, but time has shown that she’d have been more aptly named “Gus” on account that she’s not a she at all but a he.

While it may sound very liberal minded that we keep a gender confused chicken in these modern times, I still can’t say I’ve become very liberal minded about country life.  But there is one small silver lining that I’ve been clinging to these last couple of weeks.  You see, down the road a piece there is a tiny community that has a flea market every Sunday.  Being broke and being extremely unhappy and with summer school nearly over, I decided to do something.  Anything.  And so I got myself into the pseudo self employment business of running a flea market booth.

However, there’s just one flaw in this plan.  Does one go to an outside flea market on a rainy day?

And so I sit here wondering if it’s worth the $10-15 in gas to drive down the road and set up only to get soaked and make no money because no one comes out on account of rain.

I love flea markets and garage sales and resale shops.  So this really is a perfect way for me to focus myself, and hopefully make a few bucks.  But I swear the universe has a very dark sense of humor, saving the rain for Sunday, the one day I look forward to all week.

Earlier I posted about the good news of my blogoversary and how I am trying not to blog about depressing things or sound too much like a complainer.  So, here’s another small piece of “good” news. I won’t make the mistake of saying it’s funny, as I’ve been told it’s not. But I was offered a job on Thursday. It’s not likely to be a particularly good job, nor a resume gem, but it will get me minimum wage and likely more exercise than I want. Its a tour guide position at a historical mansion here abouts. Being desperate, I took it even though it’s a 40 mile drive each way. Then on Friday I was offered a second job. Slightly more money, probably a little more driving (but this one is directly on the way to Stickittoyou U campus so when school starts it wouldn’t be inconvenient), and while likely less walking would be involved, I don’t know if I’d really find it anymore pleasant. This second one is for a nursing home. So now I have a choice. Make less money doing my best Vanna White impression but not need to go to the gym, or make slightly more money but work in a very depressing environment. I think it’s funny that all summer I’ve been desperate to find a job, and once I decide to do something, anything, and I embark on something I really love, running the flea market booth, suddenly all these low paying jobs that I couldn’t get a few months ago are calling me up. I do indeed think the universe has a very twisted sense of humor.

We’ve been watching Downton Abbey Season 4 these last few days. You know, I really, really feel for Mr. Mosely.

Now, to flea market in the rain, or not to flea market in the rain.  That is today’s philosophical debate.

While I’ve been unmotivated life goes on

Greetings dear blog buddies who haven’t given up on me.

Life continues forward and I stumble along with it. Leif occasionally asks if I’ve updated my blog and I sullenly answer no, why bother when all I’d do is complain or be depressing.

Well here’s finally some news that’s not totally depressing. Thursday was my blogoversary. I forgot again this year, but WordPress was there as usual to remind me of the hallmark date.

It often feels like I’ve been blogging for longer, and then I realize that’s because I have. I had a different blog before this one, so altogether it’s been more on 6 years. And it occurs to me that  perhaps this last several months don’t really count as, WordPress puts it, “Good blogging,” as the blogging has definitely fallen off and when I do stumble myself to the computer what gets thrown up here is somewhat less than an interesting read. And, I really just can’t stand losing the small community of blog followers who I consider friends because my material is so unread-worthy.

*Sigh*

If you are still out there, thank you for your ongoing support.

I am hoping that if I just keep putting one foot in front of the other one day soon I’ll find I’ve shuffled myself into a better place.  I hope you’ll still be there to share it with me when I do, too.