I'm finally back to work and again I wish I'd married a rich man - Darn it all! I suppose I can say that I've been able to travel...on Uncle Sam's dime anyway. I suppose I can also say I've gained a measure of cultural enlightenment that I might not have been able to otherwise. I must say that I've met a great many people from all parts of the world and found my place in it to be a much better one. I can also say that I've also gained a much better appreciation for the freedoms to be found in the USA than in many other places on earth. Maybe I should admit that by marrying the man I did, I've gained a heck of a lot over the last <41 years. We will celebrate our 41st Anniversay at the end of March so, something must be going right. Right?
So, why the regrets for not having married a rich man? Because I must work to help support our various hobbies. Horses aren't cheap. The least expensive part is the purchase price. Add the Vet bills, the feed, the blacksmith, the trailer to haul them in, the truck to haul the trailer and...well, it all adds up, doesn't it? Then there's hubby's hunting to consider. I expect that I can't actually call it a hobby since he does eat what he shoots. While I don't much care for rabbit, squirrel, or venison, DD and many of the family do so he keeps them well supplied. Of course, as he gets older his eyesight gets worse and his habit costs a little more in the ammo department but, I can't complain too much. After all, his time out in the woods hunting in the winter doesn't interfere with our horse camping adventures during the rest of the year. Come to think of it, his being out in the woods during the winter weekends allows me to enjoy my quilting and machine embroidery hobby.
I'm sure some of you can relate to the he-man hunting food for the family thing. And a few of you can probably relate to the horse crazy world. But, I know that all of you can relate to the quilting addiction! I mean, that's why we're all here, isn't it? This is our therapy forum. Our get it out of our system place. Our spot for commisseration, consolation, and confidence building! So, I know also that you understand the need for income to support our habit. Sadly, I could no longer afford to sit on my tush and work from my stash. I had to have a steady inflow of funds. Therefore, I'm back to the grindstone - Thank Heavens! While it's only a contract job at the moment, it has the earmarks of becoming something permanent and it's only 8 miles from home. AHA! More time for Quilting! Less time on the commute. To all of you who have been rooting for me for so many months, please know that I appreciate your concern and kindness and, of course, understanding while I ranted about the injustices of the current marketplace for displaced workers. Keep up the cheerleading, my friends. The journey has not ended but, I hope it's in the final loop of the great work-coaster in the sky. I hope that the next stop is retirement! We'll party hearty then, my friends.
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