Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poor Tom had to go to work early today. It’s the end of their fiscal year so the next two weeks are going to be super busy. At least we’re not still trying to move with all this OT going on! I just hope the bastard above doesn’t see fit to reward him for all his hard work with a big fat lay-off notice. But all jobs eventually come to an end. That’s part of why we have our savings built up. Fortunately, the economy is better than it was a couple of years ago and he should be able to get something new pretty fast. In the meantime, he’d also get more unemployment than the last time. Still hope it doesn’t come to that, though.

He said a lot of people at work are jealous of where we live (he’s one of the highest-paid employees there), even if many would consider those who live here to be snobs, LOL. I still can’t believe we’re here. A tiny old trailer in the woods may be better than most apartment complexes, jails, hospitals and other places, but it’s not something we’ll ever miss either.

For now, though, we won’t get much accomplished around here or dentist appointments made for the next two weeks.

Tom got chargeable Bluetooth speakers so I can play the stereo anywhere in the house at a reasonable volume. In a retirement community, I can’t blast my music throughout the whole house.

We also got these things called Super Sliders that you stick under the legs of furniture to make it easier to pull them out when cleaning or whatever. They’re pretty neat.

Went to the pool at the crack of dawn and again I expected it to be cold, but it wasn’t. I could jump right in. I took pics of the pool and the park area en route to it and then back.

Heard some mowers across the street and some car doors, but that was about it. Next door left together at some point and yeah, they do look older than us and are definitely retired. I knew we couldn’t get lucky enough to get next to those still working, but they’ve been quiet.

Since we don’t have the printer set up yet I think I’ll jot a quick letter down by hand to my Italian dad and let him know what’s up.

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