Copyright © 1999, Janet I. Egan
I'm franitcally trying to get ready for company. I'm not sure exactly what this means given that I can't lay in food supplies unless they are non-perishable. This not having a fridge sucks. I've cleaned up the guest room, taken the trash out, located the clean towels and sheets, and generally spiffed the place up. Now I really need to get to the store for some kind of snack foods and herbal tea bags so I can at least play hostess a little bit. But, I can't leave my parking space!
No, it's not the car. I figured out how to start the car, shove a house-key in the emergency shift lock release, and shift out of park without seriously damaging my back. Nope. That's not the problem. It's Elena's son-in-law. He's parked me in again. About 5 weeks ago we had a day long standoff where I parked him in because he was blocking access to my space. One of the other neighbors encouraged me to do it. So, after this standoff. He promised never to park there again. Hah! He has parked there nearly every day since! But always when I'm not here or am here but not going anywhere. I'm not in the mood for confrontation at the moment so I'll just make a nice cup of tea and wait him out. If he's still there when it's time for me to go pick Joan up at the airport, then I'll confront him.
Waiting is becoming a theme. Waiting for the fridge. Waiting for Joan. Waiting to hear from the travel agent. Waiting for the son-in-law to move his car. Waiting for a new career to magically form right before my very eyes fully established and ready for me.
I haven't called back any of the headhunters yet. I don't know what to say. Once upon a time, I thought I'd be ready to go back to the so-called real world in August when I ran out of health insurance benefits. Trouble is now I think the world I'm in is the real one and the computer/telecom industry is illusional.
A brochure arrived in today's mail announcing a Webmaster Certificate Program at Merrimack College. This may be too good to pass up even though I have no particular desire to be a webmaster. Merrimack is right next door and supposedly webmaster jobs are plentiful. Maybe I can get the certificate and support myself as a webmaster while I go back to school for a PhD in oceanography or environmental education or beachbumming.
I hear the son-in-law's car starting. Yippee! I'm free to leave my own parking space! Yippeeeee!!!
Copyright © 1999, Janet I. Egan