While sitting at home on a Saturday morning at 5:51 am waiting for a call that will instruct whether you’ll be working that day or not, it’s a decent enough time to reflect. For instance, where did I go wrong in my career choices? I’m only half kidding about that.
So I hope everyone out there had a good Christmas with family and friends. Apologies for not getting cards out this year - an announcement is forthcoming about why that didn’t happen, but suffice to say driving a FedEx truck 6 days per week had something to do with it. Aside from nearly crippling myself that one day, I have to say it’s a pretty good job for someone like me (gets me moving, no micro-management, etc.) but it does tend to suck the Christmas Spirit directly from the marrow each and every year.
Enough of the whining, eh? Good things are afoot whether or not I’ll be sniffing truck fumes all day, so let’s leave all that other stuff for dead on the side of the road, shall we?
Kim is working hard on her new shop that’ll be opening up in a week or so - it’s called The Precious Present, conveniently located at 100 Saco Road in Old Orchard Beach. She’s specializing in quality gently used clothes for women and children along with handcrafted items made by local folks. More on that when the grand opening gets scheduled.
Me? Who knows what January brings with the possible exception of a book release party once I get furniture rearranged at the house, finish up my list of minor home improvements, and figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
So there you have it. Now I’m going to have a bagel.
Three days without power will make you appreciate things a bit, whereas three days moving the fam from house to house in order to stay warm and have access to warm water will make you appreciate things A LOT. That little ice storm you may have read about that booted Maine square in the nuts last week caught us too.
We lost power Friday morning before I went to work, but luckily the in-laws (who live a mile away) had power still so we moved over there for the night. Around one in the morning Saturday, they lost power and we took off like rats from a sinking ship. Headed over to our friends Scott & Angela’s for the night where they mentioned the possibility of pipes freezing, something I had hoped to avoid and realized I was completely ill prepared for. In addition to being one of the only people in Maine without quick access to a pick-up truck, we also don’t own a generator or kerosene heater. Luckily, the other friends who had bunked up that night got power the next day and lent us their heater. So we managed to avoid the cost of new plumbing and added a very pleasant odor to the garage.
On the plus side, my fantasy football team (which went untouched because it was the last thing on my mind during the power outage) won a playoff game and my back is feeling better day by day. The two are completely unrelated.
Here’s how I would describe it… Imagine reaching for the cookie jar maybe 20 minutes before dinner. A full meal is just around the corner, but you just can’t wait - you need one of those chocolate chip cookies to tide you over until then. Just before youget that grubby little paw around the lid, Mom comes over and smacks you on the wrist with a wooden spoon, sending you packing to the living room. Now, just imagine that this has nothing to do with cookies and that instead of a wooden spoon to the wrist it’s instead a bowling ball being rolled square into the center of your lower back as punishment for doing something foolish. Like trying to stand up.
So here I am once again home for the day, hoping these little yellow pills are actually doing their job of relaxing muscles and not just some glorified sugar pill. Started the day with frozen peas on the area and then switched to a heating pad to see if that helped (it didn’t), so now we’re back on the peas. Aside from that, not much is happening - until my damn back relaxes itself, stretching is allmost out of the question. Even limiting my time at the computer since sitting is about the worst thing I could do this side of throwing hay bails across the room. And I decided to spend this precious time complaining to you, dear reader.
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