Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2012

71 Writing

I got a newsletter article written, ahead of time.  I got some housework done, found a job to apply to, for light manufacturing, temporary job; I talked to Sarah today. 

I worked on Sister Boyce's book a little, research, mainly.

It snowed almost three inches last night.  Tomorrow the roads will be dried, and I will do many things then.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

56 Looking back, looking forward, looking to God

Today I decide to be wealthy.

Lesson #2 in the books is to "take ownership" of one's finances.

I realize that I am so deep in doo-doo financially.  I have good intentions, like making charts showing what bills need to be paid, and I do make them, and then misplace them. I intend to make phone calls, and then forget. I find one excuse after another not to follow through. I went through my check books to see how much I still had out, and how much was available for paying bills.  Tithing money was put into money orders yesterday, so that it wouldn't go through the checking account, so that I wouldn't mistake it as mine.  "Pay your tithing and a fast offering," Elder Golden said. "Many people in Africa are very poor, but they do it, and miracles happen."  I see myself as still being in this financial situation for the indefinite future, but really, if it were anything else, would I do any better?  I think a certain woman I know has been through three or four marriages, and now she's single again, and on disability.  Would I handle her challenges any better?

I have three major job applications that need (for my sake) to be turned in on Monday.  Deadline for one is the 12th, another is the 22nd.  The other one, I'll turn in Monday, when I go to town in the afternoon.  Today I worked on Ida's book, got some research materials, and I also combed the internet, looking for jobs to apply to.   One of the people I used to work for told me that it was just as well that I didn't get hired on at Touchmark, and explained why.

I noticed when I was driving down Third Street, that the dry cleaners has vacated its building. The laundromat is still there.  The real estate agency that was a couple of blocks away was also empty.  Grover's Pub, where one of my co-workers said had the best pizza in town, had its lights turned off.  Craigslist has more openings, but they are professional ones.  I suspect that people are still moving out of the area.

Monday I'll take these applications in, and go apply at motels as a motel maid, at the larger motels, and go to Labor Ready, which is a work-today, pay-today/job placement and Goodwill, which is also a job placement place.

I was at Fred Meyer, and saw two of my former coworkers and a young man who works there, who is the same age as my daughters, whom I used to teach in church.  I said hi to them, and they back as we walked past each other, and Shelly stopped to care about me, asking me how I was doing, and giving me her time, showing that she cares.  She could see that I was just figurative when I said that I was doing fine.  "Hang in there, she said, "that's all you can do sometimes."

I thought some about a talk in church a Sunday or so ago:

We people are first watch people, but God is a fourth watch God.  The speaker explained that the Hebrew day in the Bible was divided into night and day, with the day having twelve hours and night having four three-hour watches.  God will always answer our prayers, but in His time. We want our prayers answered now, but God sometimes wants us to learn something first, and sometimes what we want or need takes time to arrange, but they will be answered, even though the answer is not what we would have thought it would be.


I had my blessing last Sunday, and I was told that Heavenly Father is aware of my challenges.


Today I decide to be wealthy.

Monday, February 6, 2012

51 A new day

Today I decide to be wealthy.

I got called to work at Pine Ridge Elementary for a few hours in the afternoon, and asked if I'd work a couple more tomorrow. I did recess duty, and helped with reading classes.  Some of the kids were the same ones I'd worked with before, and they were happy to see me. They told their teacher that they didn't like another substitute they'd had the week before.

Tina came by to visit teach me in the morning.  She asked about if I'd go back to Fred Meyer. She was the third person to ask me that.

Short answer:  I really, seriously doubt that the store management would hire me back.

I found one of the missing papers I need for NeighborImpact.

I need to get more applications out, and I need to work on my family history book and Sister Boyce's book. Those are what I find myself thinking about when all is quiet.

 Today I decide to be wealthy.





Saturday, January 21, 2012

Day 34

Today I decide to be wealthy.

I assembled my papers last night, did the math, and in the morning, called the unemployment office.  It looks like I will be getting some unemployment benefits after all, as two of my previous employers have yet to report the October, November and December reports. 

My middle daughter challenged me to a writing contest, which I went ahead and entered.  Both of us are in it now, and we'll see if the entries were accepted on Monday.

Maybe I'm to be getting my writing going?  I'll contact Celia and see how her free-lancing worked out.

I didn't do much else today, except look at job postings, and practice the keyboard (piano), and exercised. 

Today is January 20.  The twentieth is always an important date on the calendar for me, as my birthday is August 20, one of my former roommates is April 20, other friends were February 20 and May 20, and an ancestor was July 20 (she was born 100 years before I was).  I need to get my ancestor and her family's stories out of my head and into books that my family can read and keep.  Maybe that's why I'm unemployed, so I can get the work done.

Today I decide to be wealthy.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Day 21

Today I decide to be wealthy.

It's been a day for relationships. 

I went to a memorial service this morning,  I was surprised to discover that the deceased, who died of medical complications, was only months older than I--I always thought she was well in her sixties. Her son talked about how happy she would be not worrying about rent and paying bills.

I found out my college roommate, whom I haven't visited with in years now has six grandchildren--five more than when I'd last talked with her.  And they are all living with her and their mother, her daughter. I had no idea.  Imagine the grocery bill.

One of my daughters called and talked to her dad about one of the guys she'd written ten page letters to every week for two years is engaged.  She is very depressed about it. I remember those days when I was in college, and how I thought that my heart would never quit breaking, and that the scar tissue would make it hard, and I would be a bitter old lonely woman who would only get older.

Well, I got older, anyway.

I've been able to get more job applications in this week.  A job interview, and three resumes distributed, two for housekeeping, one for a driver position.  I need to get to the gym and start getting serious about weight-lifting, as they all require it.

A success story is that I got a number of articles written for the neighborhood newsletter.  I wish my muse would return.  I have a memoir that I'm ghost-writing, and I haven't worked on it for weeks now.  I also got the newsletters into their envelopes.  And having the job resumes sent out is definitely a plus. 

Today was productive. 

Today I decide to be wealthy.