Today I decide to be wealthy.
I woke up at 5 a.m., and thought about how I used to get up at that time to help my daughters get ready for seminary, and sometimes I drove them to the church for their classes, and stayed and drove them to high school. I thought, too, that if I had a job, I'd probably be getting up at 5. I wondered how many times I had to be to work at Fred Meyer, to open the store in the morning. I used to get phone calls, to ask me to substitute at a school; I laid awake for a bit, listening for a call, but none came. After a bit, I went back to sleep.
I know that I need nine hours of sleep, so for me to get up in the early morning with any brains, I need to be in bed by about nine o'clock.
As much as I'm tired of living hand to mouth, I don't miss going to work in the cold, the dark and the snow.
So the storm went on. I didn't work on finding a job today. I helped clear snow from the driveway, and then went into town with my husband to run some errands, and then fixed dinner for a neighbor, whose wife died almost two years ago, and whose daughter died in October. I had thought about having him and his wife over for dinner when she was alive, and then him and his daughter while she was alive, and now--finally!--I followed through on my good intentions. He may be moving this summer. He will most likely be losing his house, and will have to live with relatives in California. I remember when his wife bought the property next door, intending for one of their children to build a house on it, and how they got the property their house is on through an inheritance from her grandmother, and when the house was built. The house stores stuff that his mother-in-law left when she died, when his sister-in-law died, when his wife died, and when his daughter was killed.
"I've got to get my life down into a shoe box," he said.
After he left, I went over the messages my daughters sent me on Facebook.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I woke up at 5 a.m., and thought about how I used to get up at that time to help my daughters get ready for seminary, and sometimes I drove them to the church for their classes, and stayed and drove them to high school. I thought, too, that if I had a job, I'd probably be getting up at 5. I wondered how many times I had to be to work at Fred Meyer, to open the store in the morning. I used to get phone calls, to ask me to substitute at a school; I laid awake for a bit, listening for a call, but none came. After a bit, I went back to sleep.
I know that I need nine hours of sleep, so for me to get up in the early morning with any brains, I need to be in bed by about nine o'clock.
As much as I'm tired of living hand to mouth, I don't miss going to work in the cold, the dark and the snow.
So the storm went on. I didn't work on finding a job today. I helped clear snow from the driveway, and then went into town with my husband to run some errands, and then fixed dinner for a neighbor, whose wife died almost two years ago, and whose daughter died in October. I had thought about having him and his wife over for dinner when she was alive, and then him and his daughter while she was alive, and now--finally!--I followed through on my good intentions. He may be moving this summer. He will most likely be losing his house, and will have to live with relatives in California. I remember when his wife bought the property next door, intending for one of their children to build a house on it, and how they got the property their house is on through an inheritance from her grandmother, and when the house was built. The house stores stuff that his mother-in-law left when she died, when his sister-in-law died, when his wife died, and when his daughter was killed.
"I've got to get my life down into a shoe box," he said.
After he left, I went over the messages my daughters sent me on Facebook.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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