I miss working at a real job, away from the house, one I have to wear non-wrinkled clothes and carry a purse and maybe my lunch. It’s how I tell what day it is. I just found out it was Thursday from Duane. No, actually, it was Glynn who told me it was Thursday.
It’s not that I’m not working, I’m working remotely on a church audit checking membership data, updating, etc. I’m accountable for time, and being productive, after all, I’m reputed to be good at stuff like this, and I’m getting paid, and I’m especially feeling accoutable using church funds that might otherwise be used on something churchier. I find myself praying for the families that I’m checking, especially the ones that have life transition changes…divorce, death, marriage. I can work in my pajamas and often do, unless I know there will be a webcam on, then I comb my hair and make sure no coffee stains show. Still, I didn’t really realize it was already Thursday.
I miss Office 2007 and Outlook. My new computer came installed with a trial version and it’s a little too spendy to buy the full version right now. I just had to pay Steve the plumber to fix a vent stack issue that our home inspector missed. Sewer gas was being vented into our walls when I did laundry. It’s as icky as it sounds.
It stormed this afternoon and is hot and very humid. The flies are flying slow and dumb and are easy to swat. We have flies at this house. It must be the country living, and the farm across the way. We didn’t have flies in the city. I’m blaming their horses more than their llamas or their sheep. Horses draw flies. It’s not personal. It just a fact.
I hung pictures in the house this week. It’s starting to feel like our home. I also decided that I really like this house. That’s good. My husband says it’s the last move we’re making. Scary on the one hand, a relief on the other.
Be blessed. I hope you know what day it is.
Photo: Taken by my daughter this week, in London, of buttons and books, and random stuff for sale in a market. She knew I’d love it, and I do.