Getting better

Well, yesterday started on a really “up” note. Melinda had said something last Friday that I wondered if she was upset with me. She caught me first thing Monday morning and told me she wanted to be sure I didn’t think her comments Friday were directed at me. I was honest and said I thought she was mad at me, and she assured me it wasn’t me, and that was that. And actually although I had been upset about it, it hadn’t hurt my feelings. No chest hurting or anything. Maybe I’m growing up.

Then I get home and Robbie and I are heading out to look for a car for him to deliver mail in. He tells me the Galax post office called him for an interview. I was SO EXCITED! I could sell this house and get the other one. But he told them he had already accepted the job at Hillsville. But he isn’t going to call. And that’s that. He was in a foul mood once we got back because he ordered a computer case and it is not what he hoped. He was screaming and yelling – not at me – but still my feelings did get hurt. Mostly because I thought I had a chance on the house then that got pulled out from under me, then the ‘fit’ he had about the computer.

That was yesterday. Today was a better day. Not so much a great day at work, but I got through it. Then off to take my 2014 taxes, last week’s pay stub and driver’s license to the loan office. On to Janice’s house. Still haven’t had the heavy chest – achy feeling in my chest – feelings hurt thing going. Wasn’t exactly a happy camper to start, then Janice and I went to our 2nd ebay class.

Now I’m excited. I have worried up one side and down the other over what might happen if Fox Creek closes and I have a mortgage. Serious thinking here – I’m too old to get another job as good as the one I have. Probably too old to get any job. But not too old to dream.

SO….

I’m back to this can happen. I can have my place on the mountain away from people where I can let the dogs out the door and just holler at them to come back in. No worrying about them barking at people and keeping the neighbors up. Or waking them up.

Roller coasters can be fun. When you are on the up anyway.

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