I have a job interview tomorrow morning. It's retail, but it's in a home improvement store 15 minutes from home. I hope they offer me the job and a decent starting wage; it should suit my needs just fine. I don't want to work full time, but I almost applied for a FT job last week - kennel attendant in an upscale pet resort and training facility. I could spend 40 hours a week talking only to dogs, walking them, and yes, even cleaning up after them. And getting paid for it. Oh well. Lowe's is more practical.
And speaking of home improvement, we brought home a few paint samples the other day, and I've chosen my new den. Hopefully we can start this week.
I met my very first black widow spider while weeding the front flower bed today. She was quite beautiful. Yes I said "was." Spiders don't give me the willies and I usually leave them alone because they kill things that DO give me the willies, but let's be real here - she was crawling up the foundation of my house! I'm glad WolfAlpha was home, because I prefer not to get close enough to kill a critter that could kill me back, especially one with a brain the size of a grain of sand. Problem solved; I do love that man.
The "Five in the Bed..."* (my siblings and I) are currently swimming in a deluge of emails, discussing our parents' immediate and long term needs. The crisis that precipitated this was much milder than it could have been, and we've been expecting it, but still. On the plus side, the cooperation, suggestions and support flying through cyberspace is a sight to behold. Whodathunk that five kids who fought like cats and dogs, would grow up to be such decent, generous people. All of us. I guess it's a testament to Mom and Dad; their lives have hardly been a walk in the park, but they were tenacious. They always did what they knew was right, and their patience with five clueless kids who took them totally for granted, was phenomenal. I only hope that those two stubborn, independent people can keep their wits about them well enough to let us give it all back, and make their last years comfortable and safe.
*I can't find an audio to embed, but Odetta's "Five in the Bed" was a big part of our early childhood.