Today I decide to be wealthy.
I woke up in the morning and thought about getting the paperwork all pulled together. And then thought about how I didn't have a document 1099 from Sister Boyce, about my working for her. I'll have to find the records I have.
I found the last two bank statements I needed. They were with the other ones, but behind a divider. I'd gotten up early and felt sleepy in mid-morning and dreamed that a couple of people I'd known at Fred Meyer were asking me to return. I know it has far more to do with my own loneliness than anything else.
One of my daughters called. She was excited about her grad school interview. She still doesn't have a job, but she may have a chance at being accepted in a master's program at a quiet university. It would be interesting it she got it--the third generation in that town! My mom got her bachelor's there, and I lived next to campus when I lived there while trying to make it on my own. (I ended up going back to U. of Oregon. I should have stayed another year for my grandmother's sake and to grow up more.)
In the afternoon, I went to the school and assisted in taking care of a couple of kids that need one-to-one attention. One is a small girl with Down's Syndrome, who doesn't talk. I thought about my own daughters, and how hard it would have been to take care of her, and wondered about the girl's parents.
I went to the copy shop to copy the papers, and make sure I had everything with our names and our case/loan number on the top, and then I got groceries and came home.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I woke up in the morning and thought about getting the paperwork all pulled together. And then thought about how I didn't have a document 1099 from Sister Boyce, about my working for her. I'll have to find the records I have.
I found the last two bank statements I needed. They were with the other ones, but behind a divider. I'd gotten up early and felt sleepy in mid-morning and dreamed that a couple of people I'd known at Fred Meyer were asking me to return. I know it has far more to do with my own loneliness than anything else.
One of my daughters called. She was excited about her grad school interview. She still doesn't have a job, but she may have a chance at being accepted in a master's program at a quiet university. It would be interesting it she got it--the third generation in that town! My mom got her bachelor's there, and I lived next to campus when I lived there while trying to make it on my own. (I ended up going back to U. of Oregon. I should have stayed another year for my grandmother's sake and to grow up more.)
In the afternoon, I went to the school and assisted in taking care of a couple of kids that need one-to-one attention. One is a small girl with Down's Syndrome, who doesn't talk. I thought about my own daughters, and how hard it would have been to take care of her, and wondered about the girl's parents.
I went to the copy shop to copy the papers, and make sure I had everything with our names and our case/loan number on the top, and then I got groceries and came home.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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