Talking Out Loud. (Thinking)

 My daughter Laura and I live together, for now, we have for the past 7 years actually. Before that, I had a minute that I lived alone, and it was really nice, let me tell you! I had plans. I made plans. I woke up and I was ON MY OWN. That was then, and this is now. I've decided (about a year ago) that I have to kick the kid out of my nest, and if she won't budge (and it looks like she won't) I will be kicking myself out of the said nest and finding a place of my own to live.  I have been trying to do this for literally a full year! I hate all things Covid! You turn around and someone decides to terminate your employment because they are going to "go in a different direction". God, I wish they would use another phrase! That statement is so 1990! 

    I'm going to go in my own direction as soon as I can, but I have to be permanently employed, not contract, not 1099, not here and there, or part-time. I have been seeking full-time and permanent work for literally a year now. I thought I had it in March, but they only used me to catch them up, and then they let me go too. I hate people. I really do.  I've been unemployed, employed for a minute, temporarily employed, and contractually employed, but I need real-time everyday work. You would think with my education, experience, background, and work ethic that I would be an easier placement, but apparently, I'm either over-qualified, or the employers feel like they can't give me the level of work they keep for themselves; and I lose out in only sub-par commissions using or receiving sub-par client candidates.  Something has to give.

    Today, I had an amazing interview with an equally amazing firm. I hope to be able to report to you soon that I will be working there and starting as soon as possible. I would be in Securities and that is where my heart is. I want to be a trader, and I want to learn how to do that both professionally and privately. The company is willing to support and sponsor me for the needed licenses, so that's a HUGE step in the right direction.  Since I won't be moving to Scotland, I'll take my vacations there, and I'll end up wheeling and dealing my way into having an extra two weeks for a bonus rather than taking the commission for the bonus. I'd rather spend time in Scotland than have a bit of extra cash. We'll see what happens. If it works out I can spend 6 weeks in Scotland every year and that may be enough.

    To keep things really simple, I'll probably not buy a house either. I'll likely stay where I am but move into my own one or two-bedroom apartment. I say one or two because it's not up to me. Whatever becomes available here at our little complex is the way things will work out. There are literally waiting lists. I'm on both of these lists for the one and for the two-bedroom. I've been waiting a FULL YEAR and I may have to wait longer. People die before they leave this complex; I'm not kidding. The last 4 openings have been because someone died. Actually, that's not entirely true. One became available when a resident moved to an assisted living. She's not dead. Her place was upstairs, and I'm sort of holding out for downstairs so I can have a wee patio for the dog.  We will see.

    Laura was happiest and full of joy when she and I both owned horses, but as things so, she had to let her beloveds go when she too lost her job.  We have decided to split the cost this time, and in about 6-8 weeks we will likely strike up a road trip to Bowie, Texas, and go through the 300+ horses they will put on auction the first week of November.  We'll find one that will suit her but since I'll be the one buying it I am going to pick the animal out initially and use her for the final OK to be sure it will work for both of us.  The animal will be a gelding, he'll be between 14.2H and 15.2H tall, weigh about 1000-1200 pounds, and be absolutely broke, but not broken. He'll be between the ages of 8-18 years, and he'll be stout, thick-legged, and most probably, either a Quarter Horse or a Paint.  I am not picky about color.  His name will be Fergus McCrae.  If there are any actual Fergus McCraes out there reading this, I don't know you, so no, I didn't name the horse for you. Just sayin'.

    Laura has slipped into melancholy and I don't like that. She has too much to offer to be depressed and unattached. She needs to be attached to a horse. Horses are the only thing(s) that bring her back to life. She can't afford it, but I will be able to, and I will benefit from having one as well. I love them, she will help provide 1/2 the board, and she'll train and put all the time needed into it. In time, maybe after 6 or 7 months, she'll get around to making enough to buy herself another horse. It's too important to let the one thing(s) that keeps you sane go away -- it's really very expensive, and we can only do one right now. It's still cheaper than cocaine and it's legal, so there's that.  I actually do know someone who named their grey horse "Cocaine" but that's just ridiculous.  A horse deserves a rightful and honorable name. Fergus actually means "The Strong" so that's a good thing. McCrae is a good Celtic and Gaelic name from the centuries past. I like it.

    Well, that's the plan. The other plan is to make enchiladas tonight, so I need to go see if I have all the ingredients I need. I think I do. I made a list of 25 evening meals. So far I've made 4 and it's working out that I have enough for the next day's lunch. Life is good! God is GREAT!!  Let's sing and praise just for a minute....thank you for joining in on that! Be blessed.

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