Christmas/Birthday

So, my son’s birthday is coming fast, with Christmas just ten days behind it. Unfortunately, things are so tight financially this year we just aren’t going to be able to do either. My son knows that Christmas is not about gifts, it’s about family. He says he understands. COVID-19 has ensured we don’t get to spend time with family so this holiday will be very quiet. It’s his birthday that is grating on my nerves this year. He says he understands that, too. That doesn’t mean he isn’t disappointed. I’m disappointed, too. Maybe I’ll be able to fix that next year.

Thanksgiving was quiet this year. We didn’t go visit anyone, no one came and visited us. We didn’t do a special meal, we just had a relatively uneventful day. It wasn’t bad.

The company I work for has been bought out by another. No, I don’t know if my job is going to continue to exist.

The company I work for did not get their contract renewed. No, I don’t know if my job is going to continue to exist.

So far, I haven’t been able to find anything even remotely close to what I make right now.

I lost an uncle to this damned virus this month. I’ve been told by people who’ve had it that they weren’t impressed and that it was a joke. I politely told them that just because they survived it doesn’t mean everyone will, I know this personally. It sucked.

So with all that bad stuff, it would seem like things are pretty bad, but really, it hasn’t been. Neither of us have been exposed to this virus. Neither of us have had it. This is a good thing. My son and I have had more time to spend together. Despite the fact that he is at an age where spending time with Mom is the last thing he wants to do, we have still had some great laughs together and spent a little time here and there talking. It isn’t much, but it’s more than it has been in the past. I’m sneaking in lessons on cooking, laundry, money management and whatever else I can sneak in…..he only has a few more years before he is going to want to get out on his own. There is a lot he needs to know.

With all the isolation, I am doing my dead level best to be better about calling family and talking. I call my dad almost daily, but I have tried to back off from bugging him everyday and make other contacts. It’s been nice to talk to other folks.

I’m still working on downsizing. My house has no storage. For real, NO storage. I can’t get a shed right now so I am shuffling stuff out to the garbage as I can.

I need to get into the attic and see if I can put some plywood down and make some storage space at least for the two sets of china.

This year I am supposed to go deer hunting. First time. Haven’t been out yet because my hunting partner has either had to work or her son was on quarantine. I plan to go this weekend to hunt for the first time. With a little luck, I’ll put a good amount of meat away in the freezer from that hunt.

I am trying to gather the (used) materials needed to close in my carport to make a little storage space. I get most of the wood from what they throw out at work. That should be lots of fun with my (lack of) knowledge on how to do that. šŸ™‚

I finally got the bushes removed from the front of the house and I am slowly removing the giant freakin’ root balls from them. Once that is complete, I plan to put a covered deck on the front of the house. Initial research says that is going to cost almost as much as my car did. Wow.

Now that this completely mundane, boring post is done, I supposed I might as well find something to do at work. So happy I still have a job for now.

Yeah, things could be better, but they could also be a LOT worse.

Be happy where you are and with what you have. Things really could be a LOT worse.

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