a quarter revolution update
Almost nearly caught up with school and homework and the like. Wrote two big pieces this week for my writing class. One was a short story that was all about tracing in many figurative and literal ways.
Sore from a combination of the move on Monday and yoga. I love doing yoga. I will do yoga for a long time, I think. It suits me quite well. I am super flexible (thanks to good genes from my super tall daddy!) and I like the low impact exercise. I'm not much for running or working out at a gym on a treadmill.
My apartment is still a disaster, but I have good firm plans to work on it Saturday. Involved will be cleaning all surfaces (how indifferent construction men are to leaving behind piles of dust and grime!), putting things where I've decided they ought to go and getting rid of boxes (I currently have a stack in my psuedo hallway).
Work has been killing me this week because we fired someone and my favorite coworker is on vacation. So it's just been me and the boss for the last five days. I feel like I am going through the worst week of my life and my job is just the epicenter of it all.
However, all this working has created a curious question in my life. A proposal in fact: could I buy the coffeeshop? Could I become its next owner? Is this why I have made my somewhat less than eager return?
And, perhaps most surprisingly, I miss Marilyn more than I could have imagined. She really has become my best friend.
Also, I can't bear to admit that I spend more time thinking about a certain unpredictable man more than I should. And I wish that there was some way to erase it all and start anew. but it is done. at least for now. and it is likely for the best when viewed at some angle, I'm sure.
and I will soon email my new contact info to all curious parties.
cheers!
posted by stine @ 4:44 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
i think you'd be a great boss of a coffee shop. more than likely be more productive & profitable. check into getting a grant to pay for it. your fimiliar with grants by now i'm sure.
peace, love & happy trails darlin'
i think darlin', if the opportunity is there, get the jump on it. check into goverment grant money, to open a business. it is money, that need not be paid back. you may not get the total amount, needed to outright purchase completely, but it would make a great intrest free, no pay back, way to have a tremendous edge in getting your own business. who knows from there. those grants from the goverment, come from over 1,400 different goverment agencies and you could continue getting them. it is just a matter of knowing whom to write, then the proposal you make to them, for the grant. i say go for it. i'll send you some info on a way to learn the process of goverment grants. there are so many things one can apply for grants for. such as paying your rent, bills etc. etc. it is one of them things that the goverment does not speak outright about. but in return it benefits the goverment when new business' are open and help hired by the taxes paid to city,state & federal. why not take advantage of them if you do not some one else will.
oooh by the way, have i told ya lately ? i love you so much. i just want you to have a wonderful life. you can tell me to back off, if you like. but, i got excited over the thought of you buying the coffee shop. i hope i have not gone overboard on this.
What did Marilyn think of the big puddle of urine you left behind in the apartment?
~Big Jim Slade
I would like some info, if you've got it. And I am still in the recovery of the worst/weirdest week of my life and unable to mentally contemplate such a tall order of responsibility.
I mean, I still scream with glee when a cute boy walks by the coffeeshop. How can I be its owner? in some ways I feel so grown up and in other ways I still feel so young and silly.
thanks for your input daddy!
BJS:
She didn't even notice it. I went back later to clean it up, even though every time I bent down it felt like my back was cracking in half. I ended up having to clean her entire floor, so she was glad for the mess...
I think the slew of manic voicemails prepared her so thoroughly for the worst that she was expecting her apartment to not be standing any longer!
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