Last weekend’s project was cleaning out my filing cabinets. Unbelievable! The stack of material to be burned was about three feet high, and I hadn’t sorted everything. I did find a cheque made out to me, for the amount of $186.15. I had suspected the company, that I worked for many years ago, of pulling a fast one on the insurance company, and so filed the cheque, to investigate at a later date. I forgot about it. No surprise there! I gave the insurance company a call and explained the situation; they will trace the check and reissue it if that is appropriate.
At work, last Friday, a senior management person appeared at the workplace. I got my wish, she came sooner rather than later, a great relief. She held a conference with the negative coworker and myself. The outcome of that discussion is uncertain, but the manager did offer to return if one of us felt the need of her guidance, and I will take her up on that if I need to. She encouraged me to “speak up”. I’ve taken her advice to heart. My speaking up has not been well received. Feathers are ruffled. Better her than me. Perhaps that is what the senior management person anticipated, because I feel better for it, not good, but better.
I talked with Caitrìona last Saturday. She was having a quiet day, we chatted about the weather, teenagers cooking pasta and the ins and outs of purchasing a new vehicle. Caitrìona purchased a new vehicle in September and is still waiting for it to be delivered to the dealer. She is planning a visit once the new vehicle arrives, I am very much looking forward to it.
Today was cloudy, and bit chilly. Still, the weather is relatively mild for this time of year. That means that Attila can keep the house warm and toasty with a minimum of effort.
Mist enjoys the fires. I’ve set out a basket for her to sleep in, over by the hearth. It has become one of her favorite sleeping spots. Attila and I have come to the conclusion that our Mist is totally deaf. Poor old girl. She doesn’t seem to mind though, and it hasn’t really changed her life very much. We just have to be careful to let her know we are in the room, so as not to startle our old girl.
I have heard through the grapevine that my employer is cutting staff hours, in all the offices. This means that after next week I will not be getting much work, perhaps no work for the next month or so. An acquaintance tipped me off about a program for older workers in economically depressed areas, I qualify on all counts. I’ve an appointment with the program delivery people tomorrow. It is a long commute, an hours drive, one way. If I can find enough work to cover the gas money and some of the cost of the car payment it will be time well spent. I may or may not qualify though, this appointment is just to establish my eligibility.
It is only 5:15 p.m., and daylight has already faded away. Atilla will arrive home soon, and our evening will begin. We will make dinner, Attila will chop firewood and build a fire, we will sit in front of the crackling fire and plan our next visit to the little house in the city. An evening to look forward to.
Condition: Light Snowshower
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 97 %
Wind: WSW 9 km/h
“Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”