January 6, 2014
The smoke alarm
sounds to let me know my bagel is ready. It is far too sensitive yet I fear the
consequence of tearing it out of the kitchen. Public and private schools,
colleges, even a number of large companies are closed today and encouraging
employees to remain at home, while temperatures drop to one of the top five lows
ever recorded in the Twin Cites. Cold enough to freeze the eyeballs. “We’re
tough, we are strong, we are crazy.” Wind chill may approach 50 below zero. I
layer in an undershirt, long-sleeve top, wool sweater with a zipped jacket over
the top, wool scarf ‘round my neck, leggings underneath my snug jeans, wool
socks and a hat when the mood hits me (yes, indoors, mostly due to the Joker
hair that accompanies me with my steaming coffee.) A robe goes over the top of
everything since, if I don a coat, the dog thinks we are headed into the great
outdoors for a walk.
I box like
Rocky around the house, warming my limbs, scaring the Dickens out of the cat
and dog, just to arouse a wild woman giggle out of my bad ass self. My last
week of business class ahead, leads me back to the drawing board, to browse on-line
class catalogs that maneuver and stimulate my brain. Doesn’t take much these
days. Daily, I do something that frightens me, meditate, sort and donate the
past (back to the commitment of one thing in, two things leave the house,) educate
myself in the world of fiscal accountability, search for the next path of service
to generate an income, and get support from others. I have difficulty thinking
like an employee so I choose to concentrate on my own endeavor again, snuffing the
consequences. I work best on my own and can make a much better income, despite the
fact that the benefits package folder is slim.
A new
vehicle is on the horizon, three weeks in Turkey, chic wardrobe, loads more classes,
savings account through the roof, and more, so much more I cannot even fathom the
vertical height.
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