Stormy Tuesday

Have you ever sat and watched an awesome storm from the top floor of a hotel? I hadn't, until now. It's really pretty cool to see, other than the fact that my room is getting wet because I cannot get the (non) sliding door to close all the way. It figures, since it took a Herculean effort to get the damned thing open. So.....just to catch you all up on my life...

We got the apartment. I am really excited about it, very happy, but now I have to MOVE, and that's wonderful, I am READY. Except I'm not, because I have exactly zero boxes packed. And we are moving this weekend. I have to laugh at this or I would cry...When will I have the time to pack? Beats the hell out of me, Lieutenant. I won't even be home again until tomorrow night, and that is only due to a lack of rooms in the whole city of Des Moines, (thanks pork producers). But I am happy to have gotten this place to live, at least I think I am, because it's been a while and a million apartments later, I'm not sure I remember what it looks like. I do remember the kitchen area is small but a part of the whole living room...the floors were light wood, a cheesy fireplace stuck into the wall...an awesome but freaky balcony----sort of just suspended there in the side of the brick wall, made of wire like a cage, you can see all the way to the parking lot below through the floor. Two good sized bedrooms and bathrooms, California brand storage and closets throughout....but it's basically kind of plain. What you pay for living there is the area, the community, the security, etc. Once home, you wouldn't have to leave your place, it's all right there, from grocery store to dinner clubs to cleaners and shops, the gym....a fun place to be, I'll bet and that excites me. Something to DO, something to SEE, for the first time in years and years. Now, I just have to GET there.

The job is still crap. It was better yesterday, my District Manager was there and she helped clear up a few things for me. However, the day was 12 hours long. It was eight to eight. Yes, I had to do that two days a week at the dealership, too, but not every night. I cannot, WILL NOT work 65 plus hours a week anymore. I am too old, too tired, too not healthy enough any longer. I want to have time to do something else, as well as work. So, I have no idea where that leaves me, but I'll get it figured out.

Today is my step-dad Richards surgery. Today is also my sister Trav's surgery. Same day, same time, different places. Please say a prayer for the both of them. Richards's is for cancer of the colon, my sister's is for some female problems she has had for a long time. I feel terrible that I am not able to be with her, or my mother. My poor mom pretty much has to face this alone, and that makes me sad. Especially when I can't be there because of a job that I don't even intend to keep. But right now, this is all I can do. It is what it is, I guess.

You all have a great day, today. It is the calm before the storm for me, tomorrow is the Open House that we are having at the center, and that my friends , will be a zoo. Happy Tuesday.