52 And another day

 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.

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.

50 Sunday is for start-overs

Today I decide to be wealthy.

While cleaning out the sewing room yesterday, I rediscovered a book I'd read over a year ago:  The Job Hunter's Survival Guide, by Dick Bolles.  He puts out an annual job hunting guide, entitled What Color is Your Parachute? which I bought a copy of, and read it, years and years ago. I'll reread it this week. The book is a how-to guide for looking for work in this specific recession where jobs are so scarce and job hunters so plentiful.

Today is Sunday, always a "start over" day, a way to rest and prepare for the next six days.

Shea announced in Fast and Testimony Meeting that she's lost her job.  I almost started crying for her, and I talked to her later.  She's relieved, as the political pressure was so heavy there. When I'd applied last spring, she called to warn me that it was not a healthy place. She seems to be a few years old than I. don't dye my hair, so everyone sees how old I am, but most other people are determined to stay with the color, thank you very much.

On the way home from church, I pointed out the place I'd applied for the housekeeping job, and that I blew it when I admitted to looking for full-time work.  June was with me in the car, and said that she'd be surprised if any jobs were full-time anymore. She told me how she'd talked to a banker some years ago, and he admitted that the jobs were all at 30 hours, so that they wouldn't have to have benefits.  She scolded him, but that's as far as it went.

I got set apart for my calling in the Relief Society, to be a visiting teaching coordinator.  In the blessing I was reminded that the Lord knows my challenges, and that fulfilling my calling would bring spiritual and physical benefits, and there was more. Basically, I'll be made aware of the needs of the sisters in the ward, and reminded that mine are small compared to others.

Decades ago, I had a blessing that told me that I think my sufferings are great, but the Savior's was far greater.   I was reminded of that blessing today.  The one who gave me that one died some time ago, but his spirit still visits me from time to time, sometimes to encourage me, sometime to call me to repentance. I wondered if he was there in the circle.

I had signed up a couple of weeks ago for the missionaries to come for dinner.  My husband was working on a service call, so they couldn't come here. I was very grateful that I had the stuff to make a broccoli and chicken cream soup, which I took over to the West's, where they would be able to pick it up.

Tomorrow I will do more, do better.

Today I decide to be wealthy.

49 Another step

Today I decide to be wealthy.

Finished reading "Children of Cambodia's Killing Fields." I noticed in the biographies that a number have lost their U.S. employment, too, so it's not just me.  It's too bad that, after everything that they've gone through, that it isn't all peaches and cream for them from now on. (Or mangoes and rice milk. My college associates from Asia didn't like cows milk.)

I read another article in the Bulletin newspaper about meditation, and how the subject makes ten minutes a day for it. The article reminded me of the need to just be still and listen when I pray.    Doctrine and Covenants 112:10: "Be thou humble; and the Lord thy God shall lead thee by the hand, and give thee answer to thy prayers. And  Psalm 46:10: "Be still, and know that I am God" 


So that is what I'll do this week. I'm grateful for the time this week to go through papers and get the mortgage verification papers pulled together, as I had to go through a lot of papers to find it.  

There are only eleven days left of the sixty.  I'll probably keep blogging.


Today I decide to be wealthy.

48 Odds and ends

Today I decide to be wealthy.

I found the January statement, and discovered that there was no statement in February, due to inactivity on the Redicard that month. (I was working full-time, and did not collect unemployment.) So now I'll get the stuff ready to go to NeighborImpact on Monday.

I spent the day looking for it, going through box after box, except for when I went to get my eyes checked and to go shopping, and when I was exercising.

The blood vessels in my eyes show some damage from high blood pressure. No surprise there.

There is an advertisement showing an over-weight dog exercising and loosing its weight, starting with stair exercises, where it would drop a ball down the stairs and go get it and carry it back up, and then do it over again. I have stairs in my house...so when my husband was gone on a job, I cranked up my playlist on the computer, and did the stairs.  Good workout!

Today I decide to be wealthy

47 Paperwork fills the day

Today I decide to be wealthy.

Today I worked on finding and making copies of the documents I need for NeighborImpact's verification for us to be able to stay in the house a bit longer. I went to the library and to the copy shop.  I also went to a gym to find out about fees, and one of the companies I applied to on-line had a job come open here, and I needed to go to the library and use a computer to update/complete the job application.

Right now, I appreciate not having an outside job, as I'm able to work on the verification documents.

I found all but four of them, which are dated the same two months, so I suspect that they're together, in some strata of papers from January and February.

Bedtime now. I'll look tomorrow.

Today I decide to be wealthy.

46 Another blank

Today I decide to be wealthy.

I practiced the piano today. I worked on some paper work for the house, for NeighborImpact and OHSI. I deposited my unemployment checks. I exercised.  I found myself grieving for the future loss of this house. The printer doesn't work anymore, and the other printer is not hooked to this computer. So everything either goes through the other computer or I'll have to go to the library to print stuff out. And the keyboard is acting weak, too.

I'm reading a book,  Children of Cambodia's killing fields : memoirs by survivors / compiled by Dith Pran.  

They lost their homes, their parents, their siblings, their families, their youth. They came to the United States and were serious about their schooling and their futures. Many report still having nightmares.

I found the church's employment handbook. I'll go through it better that I did last time.

Today I decide to be wealthy.