Friday, June 27, 2014

A moment to take a breath

Whew, I have submitted the last of my assignments for my first term back in college.  Good to find out I still love school as much as I always have.  The only thing harder now is time management.  With a 12-hour work day, a house to maintain, a yard to keep mowed, the other miscellaneous life things that need done and 2-3 hours of home work a night, time to relax and have some fun has rapidly disappeared.  I joke that my life has become a four-letter word: Work.  It's either at work, housework, lawn work or homework.  I do have 5 days off work starting next Wednesday.  Sadly my plans for those 5 days is to catch up on the work I haven't had time to do.  I have door and window trim that needs sanded and painted, a mailbox that needs fixed, a spare room that needs put into order and a yard that desperately needs cleaned up and weed-eated.  And all my floors seriously need a good scrubbing.  A weekend away to nowhere sounds like heaven right now but I need to save my money for a trip to NC in August for my best friend's wedding.  Other than being perpetually tired I do love being back in school though.

My cat has become a problem I'm not sure what to do with.  She has discovered the dog door that let's Shepherd into the back yard to do his business while I'm at work.  Up until recently she's always been an indoor cat.  Now I don't really care if she goes out and enjoys the great outdoors...some battles just aren't worth fighting.  My problem is she has started bringing dead birds into the house....three so far in the last day.  This is not something I cool with nor want to deal with on an on-going, regular basis.  I just don't know what to do about it.  Anyone out there need a good mouser for their barn?

It is obvious I have absolutely no understanding of the World Cup.  They send teams that lose to the next round and teams that win get sent home.  Kind of reminds me why I decided decades ago that accounting wasn't the right field for me....debits were good and credits were bad....  Seriously, I'm an INTJ.  I just want things to make sense.