Friday, January 7, 2011

1 week down who knows how many to go

Well I just finished my first full week.  Its Friday afternoon and its been probably the longest week I have ever experienced in some time.  I really have been trying to make the best of things and got a new routine.
- Get up...at this point this happens when ever I want to or when Birdie decides to sit on me
- Put away all dishes and wash any from the previous night
-  Make a fresh cup of coffee from my new individual french press maker, (note: fabulous gift  for anyone who really loves french press coffee; by  Bodum)
- Get on the computer and check emails
- At this point, I start exploring the Internet world and seeing whats out there

Today I called all my Drs. and made sure appointments got in before the insurance kicked out.  You don't realize how easier life is with perks like insurance.  Yes, the co-pays can be crazy, but it's nice to know you can go and not worry about paying $150.  

I am starting to experience some of the perks of being laid off.  Yesterday I met my close friend Tara for lunch at the Reading Terminal.  As I watched all the other patrons depart and go back to work, I was ok with the thought that I didn't have to rush back to an office for that long afternoon stretch. 

After lunch it was off to the park.  I hadn't been in some time and around 2:30 on a cold winter's day, not too many people were out.  Birdie and I strolled along the Water Works area then looped around front to observe the beautiful view from the top of the museum's stairs, watch the tourist run up the steps "Rocky" style and take a pictures with their arms high in the air imitating the icon next to his statue.  

I think Birdie is getting a suspicious about me being home.  She is not use to being inside all day, being taken out on walks mid-day in the cold, or the luxury of having a nap buddy around 4:00pm.  After our little adventure, we stopped for some coffee over at Gleaners on 9th street and she looked at me shivering and I knew she was thinking "what the hell lady, its cold, you made me go walking without my coat, and know you are sipping some coffee, GET ME HOME" So I did.  She jumped right into Ian's lap and proceeded to bury herself in the blankets.  I am happy that I have her, because now I don't look like some nut talking to herself, I address questions and comments directly to Birdie and for some reason society accepts a person talking to a dog talk like a real person verses a person just talking a loud to oneself.

While not working all day, I have more energy at night to make some fabulous dinners.  Now this will all end once the refrigerator, shelves, and freezer are completely emptied.  But pasta is an affordable and easy thing to make and last night I made a beautiful lasagna from scratch...and I mean from scratch.  I  felt such  a sense of accomplishment!  Yes, I know, its just a casserole, but when your days mostly consist of cleaning dog poop in your back yard and making your bed, creating something from scratch is most rewarding.









1 comment:

  1. I can't imagine a more honest, funny, and addictive blog by anyone else in your situation. You're an inspiration!

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