I haven’t shown you any love for 46 days. No new posts, no new comments and no checking my stats page every other minute. I’ve been kinda busy. I know that’s an old, worn out excuse but it’s the best one I have at the moment. And it’s true. Completely 1000 percent true. But now I find myself on a rainy Saturday night trying not to corrupt my morals with warped reality television and not being fully engaged with my Pulitzer prize-winning book group selection, I have a moment to revisit my old friend.
When last we talked, I was going through a multitude of changes. New glasses, new contacts, new job, new home, new attitude. Since it’s been 46 days, let’s update, shall we?
In regards to my “To see or not to see” post, my little miss four-eyes moniker is no more. Pretty much as soon as I hit the “Publish” button on that post, I fell in love with my bifocal contacts. I now slip them in and out of my eyes in seconds, they work well enough that I don’t need to reach for reading glasses to read my phone, or a label or just about anything with super duper, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny lettering. And I’ve only lost 2. But I found them. One in a different contact case and one I found all dried up in my bed. Don’t ask. Don’t tell.
Regarding the new home. Love it. Perfect size. Perfect yard. Unpacked enough to feel moved in but not so much that I still don’t search for my sewing kit in the myriad of boxes still packed in the garage. With Thanksgiving looming, the days of a beautiful bountiful table with lots of family gathered round will be different. But I have confidence that we will park our beautiful butts on benches, couches and pillows and have plenty of turkey with holiday side dishes, football, cross-words and I think this year we will start a new tradition with a rousing game of Texas Hold ’em.
Unfortunately, there’s a sad note to the home update. My cat of 11 years, Chipper, ran away. I’d prefer to think he went out for a night on the town and forgot his way home. His collar was found in the back yard of a million dollar home, I think he was just looking for a bit of the good life before his nine lives were up.
I guess the biggest update would be on the job front. The little engine that could turned into the little engine that did. I successfully passed my Oregon State Insurance Exam. Not without hours of online studying, more hours of cursing wrong answers to sample exams, and through it all, drinking one too many glasses of wine while wallowing in self-doubt. But I huffed and I puffed and made it up the hill to do a little dance and roll into the valley of 40 hour work weeks, weekly staff meetings, excel spread sheets and morning Starbucks coffee. I can’t say I’ve exactly arrived, but I’m knockin’ on the door. I’m educating and helping seniors with their Medicare supplement coverage and receiving thank-you’s and hugs in return. It’s rewarding and intimiating and tiring all at the same time. But I seem to be good at it and my wallet is fatter to prove it.
So, that’s why I have neglected you my old friend. Can you forgive me? I promise when I’m not here, I’m out gathering ideas and stories to share with you. Ones that will make us both richer in memories and content.
So long for now, but remember, I will be back.