The nature of life in reality . . .
Wednesday afternoon, and nothing to do
Itís been ten days now and I think that Iíve finally recovered from the mother-in-law visit. Oy-veh. Let me just say that I now have the utmost respect for my sister-in-law and her husband . . . she lives with them, you see.
Not that my family is any easier to deal with . . . This past weekend was my grandmotherís 86th birthday and all my momís brothers and sisters converged on the Wood compound. The cousins brought their kids . . . not a one of them was over five.
Iím considering bumping the ďno kids before thirtyĒ manta to thirty-five.
Oh, we had a snake on our patio. Itís not that Iím afraid of snakes or anything, thatís my Dad. Iím terrified of spiders. It was just not something that youíd expect to find at 10:30 on a Friday night. I mean we live in the middle of a southern metropolis and we had a snake on our patio. It was just a little garter snake, but he was pissed! He kept biting the stick as James tried to lift him to freedom. I guess he didnít understand that we were trying to help him. Then again, he might have been afraid that the trio of vicious white felines from across the street would try and eat him. Truth be told, they probably did.
Itís my second week and I still love my new job. For the record, that is eight days longer than I have loved any of my previous jobs. I think Iíll stay a while.
Jamesí company has been mentioning an opportunity in Jackson, Mississippi. They sweeten the offer every couple of days, but Iím not biting (and Iím not letting James bite either). I mean, we just got the condo (which we are still working on), I just got a new job (which I like Ė see above), and it is in Mississippi! A shorter trip to New Orleans and Florida does not entice me, I assure you. And Iím not sure that Iím ready to move out of town yet. My family is here. Jamesí family is here. My roots are here. Sure, our friends have moved away, but they visit. And as miniscule as the offerings in the Memphis theatre community seem at times, I shudder to think of what is going on in Jackson. Iím probably stereotyping things, but I donít care. I donít think James was too serious about it anyway.
And on a totally unrelated topic, our first anniversary is coming up and Iím at a loss as to what to get James. I donít want to expend an exorbitant amount of money, but I donít want to be cheap either . . . and no cheeze (unless I find one of those 70ís style acetate Ēfor my loving husbandĒ cards). If you have any suggestions, let me know.
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