Things are changing rapidly, so here’s where I’m at.
I’m forcing myself to adapt, but not without kicking and screaming like a 5 year old in full tantrum.
Currently I work 4 days and get 3 days off -cool, no? But this last few days I find myself sitting at home, staring at the walls, wondering how in the hell I’m going to cope with 7 days off and no money.
So I started a new blog, The Smoking Pan, for recipes and maybe a little food photography. Lord knows I’ve got enough lights, props, and lenses to setup a small studio, so I might as well use some of it.
I’ve also started house cleaning in earnest, and I’m sure I’m going to receive hate mail from the garbage collectors, because I’ve got tons of shit junk and crap that I never got around to doing anything with. Now all those things I was going to fix are cheaper to replace than repair. And the stuff I saved because I might need it some day is getting under foot.
I’m also going to dump a lot of posts from RCNevada. (this blog). Maybe this will allow me to get organized, probably not, but it’s worth a try. And all those whiny posts are starting to annoy me beyond what I’m willing to tolerate.
I know I need to get out of the house or I’ll wind up one of those cranky old hermits who forgets to bath and goes around talking to himself. So, I bought a pair of very light weight hiking boots and plan on forcing myself to get my happy ass out and about.
These are a pair of Propet Ridge Walker Hiking Boots.
They run narrow so I went from a 4e to a 5e and so far they don’t feel too bad. Of course today is the first day I’ve worn them so I won’t know for sure until late tomorrow. You’ve got to find out what happens when your feet swell, and trust me, they will. Especially when you’re hiking.
So here’s the plan: I force myself to get up early and get out and get back home before the temperature hits shake and bake. Then when I get back I start painting the bathrooms, and so on.
In the meantime a friend just offered me a job watching surveillance video, which sounds about as much fun as watching paint dry. But, it’s money in my pocket and someplace to go so I’m thinking about it.
Life goes on.