"Out" boxed

May 7, 2013

Perfectly polite rejection letters fill my In Box. Instead of looking at it as though I have profoundly failed at landing a “real” job, it is with a sigh of acceptance that I was not awarded a position to match my vast abilities.  Counting on getting more clients and be in erratic self-employed mode again as the flexibility, greatly improved fiscal opportunities as well as the ability to work in my pajamas (now if only I could find them!) with rat’s nest hairdo sounds grand. No one will be aware as I spiral off in a proposed script that my leg is above my heart, ankle iced, a bowl spilling over with pretzels at my elbow and tall drink of water next to my laptop.

My dog will be lying at my good foot and new feline roaming around ready to pounce on unsuspecting Tyrus. Eventually I hope that tumultuous relationship mellows in time. Grill is a scruffy tom with one tip of his ear chewed off, scraped cheek, bulky tabby body and markedly cuddly personality. He has been around the block and back and well deserves to be indoors in the coldest, snowiest of winters. I look so forward to having a kitty of our own again. Not sure Tyrus agrees but he will cope.

Devouring books by night, jovial telephone and succinct internet marketing, physical therapy gymnastics by day, I am thrilled to be cataloguing my semi-retired lifestyle.

My favorite aspect of moving is setting up the space to make it my home. I am absolutely tickled Taelor will be with me for a time this summer and then I may look for a roommate if the possibility of relationship does not present itself first. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with a witty one-footed Brasilian wanna-be? At least I have my own bachelorette pad now!