Wack-a-doo Wednesday

It's 3:15 p.m. on Wednesday, March 23. I am waiting on a phone call for a job interview. I am truly a longshot, but hells bells, if they want to do a second interview, you got it. It'd be running Community Relations for the state of Alabama for BP/Gulf Coast Restoration Organization. I applied in January, when my future wasn't looking too bright. Now I need some shades.

My interview is with that one lady from the commercials. As a PR person, I'm humbled to be considered, but on the other hand, I'd love to take her aside and soak in her knowledge.

I've also spent the day with my Nanny learning more about her in-home care that is going to be needed. It has been a long-ass three weeks since she went into the hospital and then broke her ankle. Fortunately my mom is coming home tonight, so she can relieve me of my duties.

I've learned two things during this process. 1. I want to die at an old, healthy age. I know when God says, "You're done, pack up, let's go..." it's time. But I never want to be in the care of someone else. I really should have reproduced when I was young. But now since I shouldn't have kids, I won't have anyone to care for me. That's fine. I'll deal. 2. I am not cut out to deal with the ill. I've wanted to yell either "Get over it" or "Bless your heart" so many times. My patience is very thin. I'm slow to boil, but when I do ...step the heck back.

I also spent time with my 7-year-old cousin today. We were practicing writing. Riley and I look so much alike she could be passed off as my child. She would list out things for me to "fill in the blanks": food, animals, color, day, drink, etc. I continued to put vodka in the drink section. I know she can't read the word, but I'm not going to lie to her. She never asked.

My mom arrives from Africa in an hour's time.

That's all for now - off to answer the phone when it rings.


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