Hunting jobs and fighting shrubs.


  • Searching for a job IS a job.  The end of a working day when you are job hunting never arrives.
  • When looking on the internet you're bombarded with TOOOOOOOOO many distractions - job hunting on the web is not nice.
  • I miss studying at university.
  • I miss being retired.   Ha!  (YOU knew that was coming...)
  • Our dog and our cat and my husband are the bright spots in my day.
  • Job hunting AND renovating our house AND sleeping in a swag on the floor - We are adult indoor campers.
  • I like camping. 
  • I prefer camping to scoping the web for jobs.
  • WHY can't I put an ad out there describing exactly what I want to do?
  • Well, I could but, I don't think that job exists.
  • That's why people start their own business.
  • That's why many businesses fail within the first 2 years; most people really didn't want that much responsibility in the first place...they just didn't want to work for others. 
  • Ha!  Again.
  • Henry and I took a big, hot walk on a very dusty day because I needed a break.  Poor Henry.  He IS a bit older; so is his walking 'Mum', too.  He struggled.  I struggled.  The only difference was that it was OKAY for Henry to walk up the hill with his tongue hanging out and panting.  I needed a disguise.
  • And...while walking, of course I had my camera...walked right into this really pretty bush that was draped over a fence onto the sidewalk; thought I'd take a pic.  The second I was about to snap it Henry decided to walk around my legs while I was holding his lead.  Hmmm.
  • Then the wind fired up; I mean the outside became a great big dust bowl and the bush was wrapping itself around my top part.  I could not see a friggin' thing.
  • Wind calmed down.  I captured the shot while in a tangle.
  • At that exact moment something lurking inside the bush winding around my upper half...decided to bite me on my palm and I shrieked something not very nice - Henry bolted - I am now a crumbled mess on the ground.  Hell, Henry can't go anywhere because he is a part of ME now.  I can't make this stuff up. 
  • I am so pleased when Henry and I get ourselves in a situation NO ONE is around to see the disaster. 
  • My hand blew up.  It hurt like the devil.  Blood was all over.  I got us untangled and mustered up any dignity we had remaining and allowed Henry to drag me home.
  • It was only a walk to the post office, the realtor, the store, Main Street; that is all we had to do.  We turned around and Henry was like my horse I had as a child; he knew we were heading back home and he perked up.  He raised his head and smiled at me.  His pace grew faster.  He had no clue we would be in a battle with a bush and a bug and he would take me down.
  • I am not sure we'll go out again tomorrow.
         Cheers, - posted with one good hand.
         Tinto is renovating this house like a MAD MAN; perhaps Tinto will hire me.
         The Roaming Stevens ~ experiencing life away from Mr. Horace. 
         Blanco - wondering HOW it can be so HOT when this is supposed to be Autumn?
 

 The gorgeous bush that hid the biting critter.
Henry with his new collar, lead, and dignity restored.
 

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