There’s an old saying that the darkest hour is right before the dawn. In actual fact, that depends on your definition of dawn. In practical means of human perception, damn straight, Superman!
A week into a complete physical shut down, I let hubby know that things are finally coming to a head at work. I took certain calculated actions (and some equally calculated inactions) to push forward my leaving for good. He is not happy at the prospect because he’s panicking at the prospect of us being without steady income. He’s not yet been given the medical okay to work, and while he putters with some woodworking projects, it’s making him antsy as heck.
Slow on the uptake though he might be, this wasn’t really a surprise to him. I’ve kept him apprised of everything and told him I already lasted more than a year beyond what I predicted I could endure. Yes, it’s going to mean we have to scramble financially and it means jumping through hoops to get SSD. Let’s get a proverbial grip, shall we? Because a proverbial grip is the only one I have any more. When I can’t hold a toothbrush, it’s unrealistic for me to pretend a “real” job is an option any more.
Today’s trip to the rheumatologist was an interesting experience. I swear the doctor is an android. He even bears a passing resemblance to Data from the second Star Trek series. And when it comes to some things he’s equally clueless. He did, however, insist I seek out help for the worst of my knees, and I can understand that. I pointed out that I didn’t want to go through surgery and radiation for a big ol pot of ‘maybe it will help’. He said in this case the risk was necessary, and I had to concede he was right. It wouldn’t be an option while working, but hopefully once I’m gainfully unemployed it’s something I can get done. In that context, being out of work for six weeks is a simple redundancy in the status quo.
All this sounds so woe-is-me, and it really isn’t. I have been planning this for a while because I’ve known it was inevitable. No, I haven’t got a few million bucks stashed back to carry us through. What I do have is a treasure trove of knowledge, and I plan on putting that to work asap. G went through a mini meltdown, as I knew he would, and then he put on his big boy pants and began taking an active part in the planning phase. The reality is that there ARE ways to make money online, in some cases some pretty respectable money and without 18 hour days of data entry and the like. We can outsource a lot of the work, hopefully to people in the local community or at least people we know who are in a world of hurt but have the technical smarts to do this.
This week I was asked to participate in a start up that I think could become interesting. It’s still preliminary but since it costs me nothing to participate I figured I’d jump in. I’ll post more once it’s been setup fully. I’ve let too many things fall by the wayside before to let this one go. Might come to nothing or might go crazy – you never know until you try. This is incidental to the Plan A and Plan B. It’s Plan Shiny Spot On The Ground. Could be gold, could be somebody dropped a paperclip. But since it costs nothing to check it out, I jumped in. I’ll post a link once the store is setup.
Grandson is learning to read in earnest now and tries to sound out pretty much everything he sees. It’s fun. Whilst we were out today we made a detour to Half Price Books and I had hoped to find the old Seuss classic, The Cat In The Hat. Unfortunately it wasn’t in stock. I did hit their clearance section and find a couple of other interesting books that will probably be read and re-sold, and one we’ll probably keep because the title alone makes it Our Book. The title is “Flea Market Decorating.” And yes, that’s exactly what it is about. Gotta love it when a book so precisely pegs your lifestyle.