WIP Wednesday

It's just 10:30 pm Tuesday night here in the desert SW and suddenly I'm very tired.

I started the edging for Dayflower Dreaming today, just as I hoped.  Started it on the wrong needle and had the front of the edging facing the back of the shawl.  Luckily, I noticed this just ten rows in.  After a few more false starts, I finally have it going in the correct direction.

I took all the baby parakeets out of the nest to clean it.

This little one decided to be by himself.  I think it's around two weeks old.

The green one on the right, is three weeks and three days. The white one is just three weeks and be darned if I can remember how old any of the others are.  Especially, the littlest one.  So, with these five babies that will make 18 parakeets total.  We are done, finished, caput with letting them hatch anymore.  Poor Emily, even if she does decide upon a mate, she won't have a chance at adding to the bunch.

Duane made homemade cream of asparagus soup for dinner.

Monday night, I hinted at storms brewing and job possibilities. The storms:

 Last Wednesday, I received a shut off notice for the electric a few weeks earlier than I expected.  I called and was able to get them to hold off until September 20 at the most.

Then Friday night, the boarder came home early from his job all upset.  Told Duane he was going to take off back to the little podunk town from whence he came.  Just great, five days notice and he knew we really needed his share of the rent to stay here.  He left for his brother's this afternoon.

My neighbor said that the call center she worked at was hiring and to go this past Monday at 2pm and they will probably start me the next day. It's just a hole in the wall type place. As I said Monday night, I went out in 106F and walked a good half mile from the bus stop and around the office park til I finally found the place.  I was wearing a heavy linen, navy blue skirt, satin shirt and heals.  No pantyhose, thank goodness.  I figured this is Tucson, in August, who in their right mind would wear pantyhose?

I get there and it's a hole in the wall type place.  Old fashioned cubicles with phones and computers.  I don't know why, but it reminded me of the old hole in the wall bowling alley my mom bowled at, back in the 70's.  I half expected them to all have ashtrays and the place be thick with smoke.

The woman told me she wouldn't be hiring for a few weeks, that she's currently over-booked with the people had.  Then she walked out front and lit a cigarette.  I followed her out and said, "May I please fill out an application, since I came all this way."  I wanted cry then and there, but I just went back inside and sat in a chair near the door.  She had some girl come in and bring me an application.  Which I sat trying to fill out using my little purse for a desk.  It was so hot walking around out there, that's when I started dripping sweat all on the application.

References, crap, I forgot to grab the paper with my references phone numbers.  I brought it back to her and apologized that I forgot to grab that information, but I could bring it when she called me for an interview.  She said, "Oh don't worry about it.  I never call them.  I just want to know if you have any felony charges of stealing a hat.  Then I just want to hear the story."  "I'll probably call you sooner, rather than later."  Then I went home in the heat.   Duane and I discussed what we were going to do about the landlord and the electric bill.  The tiny bit I get from the state doesn't even cover the rent.

Today, a call came for Duane.  Blessed be, he was approved for his disability, finally.  In a few weeks he will get a deposit with just enough to cover the rent and electric.  Now, he can relax, not having to worry about us getting evicted, and going back to the nursing home. He is slowly getting better, trying to take daily walks.  The heat does make it hard for him to get out and about very much with his breathing.

I still need to find a job, but not as desperately. As in I don't have to throw myself on the mercy of some convenience store manager, begging for a job.  Which was my next idea.    Hopefully, I will hear from another company this week that will be starting training in the middle of September.  I'm not allowed to say too much about it, lest I jinx myself.

Here ends hopefully the last chapter of this terrible saga that has just gone on way too long.  Thank you to all of you who have hung in there with me and helped me get through this.  I don't think I could have made it without you.  There were days you were holding me together when I didn't think I could do it myself.