Balls and Walnuts
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We’re part of the problem
One of the side effects of not knowing where I’ll be five months from now: we’re not spending any money. Oh, we’re paying our rent, mortgage, and other bills, and we’re still shopping for groceries, but we’re not spending. We’re saving. It seems like the prudent thing to do, all things considered, since we may be living off these savings come September.
A couple of things could turn this around. We could sell our house in Oregon, or I could get a permanent job. Preferably both. And then we could spend, spend, spend! My top priorities would be a new bedroom set for us and a new mattress for Jake. Bookshelves, too! I want my books back . . . I’m tired of knowing they’re all boxed up, longing for me to look at them and think, “DAMN that’s a load of books.” I’d like my own home, too, so I can bring the frog tank indoors (there’s no room for it in this rental). Then I could put the frogs into the frog tank.
Yeah, yeah, I know that doesn’t make much sense. Why have a frog tank without frogs? Well, we have to keep the tank in the garage cuz that’s the only place we have room for it, and it gets too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer for the frogs to do well out there. Consequently, we keep the frogs in little cages indoors (and they’re doing just fine, thanks, but I’d rather have them in a big tank so that I can enjoy them).
I’m operating tomorrow. Only a couple of cases, and simple ones at that, but it feels good nonetheless. I miss my old patients — have I said that lately? I wonder how they’re getting on without me.
I should probably think about getting some sleep.
D.
I’m also part of the problem, but it’s a case of not having any more space to put things. Not that I need anything big, but if I did I have no clue where I’d put it!
Hi, always enjoy reading your thoughts and figured it’s about time I made a comment, albeit a somewhat banal offering.
I was in my kitchen last night doing the dishes, as all good men do, and noticed 3 green frogs on my window (I live in Queensland, Australia so this nothing uncommon) but I found myself thinking of this blog and realising that the frogs were the ones on the outside and I was the one in the ‘tank’…?
I hope you get those interviews scheduled soon.
I would think there would have been one old patient who would have kept in touch.