If Only

If Only I had a lap top, one I could use any time I wanted.  I could get so much more done.  Since I have been off line so much, Blinda has taken over the computer.  I have to wait my turn now, and that can be so annoying.  I am missing out on chances to catch up on everyone's blog, and there seems to be nothing I can do to alleviate the problem.  I guess I’ll just have to figure a way to save up money for a new laptop.

There would be other advantages to having my own lap top also, I could take it to the other room, and get a little privacy to write my stories. I have a very old laptop, that simply does not have the power to run half of the programs I use, let alone open everyone’s blog.  I’ve been trying to use it, but I just don’t have the patients for it.

It’s Nice to Come Home

One of the things I missed over the past few weeks, was HOME.  There is something to be said for coming home to the familiar comforts of ones abode.  The feeling of belonging, the companionship of loved ones.   I Did miss that daily occurrence while working out of town.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoyed my time at the deer lease.  It was a nice break from the everyday, but it is that “everyday humdrum” that provides a certain feeling of structure.

Just Another Monday

Ever notice how people dislike Mondays.  I too dislike the end to a peaceful weekend.  This morning though, was worse than most, for me at least.  Why you ask?  Simple the rainy season has started.

Rain is to me is the epitome of depression.  It soaks through everything, leaving mud and mess everywhere.  Soaks through all your clothes, and leaves a person feeling miserable.  I know it is a needed function of Mother nature, I just wish there was a way for it to happen at night only, while I sleep. 

I would prefer to have snow and cold any day of the week.  I would even prefer it to be 40 degrees below 0, for I know how to deal with that. 

I suppose I’ll just have to grin and bear it though, because we are set for a full week of rain.  Yee-Haw?

Convoluted Thinking

Have you ever sat back and tried to come up with the perfect job in your imagination?  I have tried so many times to single out one particular job that would suit my personality.   I don’t think there is a single one, for there are simply too many facets to my makeup to be satisfied with just one.

I dream of a job where I could be outdoors, enjoying nature, and writing about it.  But then I love to drive, and travel around seeing new things, not that I get to do that very often.  I also love to build things, or shape a particular project, you know, working with my hands.  Then again I enjoy playing with technology, and computers. 

I have figured one thing out in the past few weeks.  I can not keep doing these physically demanding jobs for the rest of my life.  Perhaps it’s time to start looking for a new path, a route of survival and enjoyment. I wonder where it would take me, what plateaus I need to reach, which turns I should take?   Ahh, the possibilities are endless, yet limited by my thoughts.  Convoluted thinking indeed!