I’m tired. I’m more than tired but less than exhausted. I’ve been sleeping on the floor with only a pillow and a blanket for two nights and I have one more to go. I wouldn’t really call what I’ve been doing sleeping so much as waking up every hour because my arm, shoulder, or leg is cramping from laying on the hard ground. Thursday night I got about 4 hours of sleep because I was anxious for the moving truck to arrive and worried no one would come to help me load it. It relatively smoothly, thank goodness, and the truck was gone after about an hour. Friday night I didn’t get much sleep because the two guys that live below me were having a party and I might as well have been downstairs with them because I could hear everything perfectly. They partied until 5. Thanks guys. Then the cherry on the top happened. I lost my wallet. The last time I remember using it was Friday afternoon but I didn’t discover it missing until Saturday night. So I didn’t get much sleep because I was thinking of that stupid wallet and where it was. And thinking about how my timing couldn’t be any worse because I’m driving across the country tomorrow and not coming back. I still haven’t found it and I’ve all but given up at this point. I can only keep my fingers crossed I don’t get in an accident or pulled over until I get home and get a new license. Not that I want either to happen at all regardless of a license or not. So I’m tired and have a couple long days ahead of me. But grasping at the positive this is what I came up with:
1. I never registered in any other state. So even though I haven’t lived in Arkansas in five years it’ll be a snap to replace my driver’s license.
2. I only have one visa debit card. No other credit cards. This makes cancelling and monitoring card use easy.
3. I only had about $3 or $4 in the wallet. So I’m not out tons of money.
4. Some guy pumping gas called me a pretty lady. And this was after a morning of tears resulting in a red, puffy face with no makeup. Thanks gas pumping guy – that actually helped my morning.
So it sucks but not life ruining. I’m still tired though.
Here’s another post with the random updates from my life over the past week or so. I finalized my decision to move back home to Arkansas and have been trying to get everything organized for that move. If I didn’t own furniture life would be a lot simpler for me right now. But I do so I’m trying to coordinate with a moving company and people that can help me load it up. I’m a little nervous about finding help but I keep trying to tell myself not to worry about it until the day before I move because there isn’t much I can do before then. And it’s not like I’ll be stranded here in Mesa for the rest of my life because I couldn’t load the moving truck. Somehow it will all work out.
I spoke in church again today. I say again as though I speak every Sunday – which I don’t. Matter of fact the last time I did was a year ago but this past year has passed so quickly it feels like I just did it. Since I live in another state then I did last year, I decided to repeat the same talk to the folks here. No point in coming up with something new when the old one worked just fine. I think I’m funnier in person telling stories than I am writing them here. For those of you who don’t think I’m funny or that this blog is entertaining, to you I stick out my tongue and say THPPPP and for those of you who already think I’m funny I say “It’s true. Hard to believe but I’m better live.” I got a handful of laughs and that’s really all I could ask for.
Last night I jammed my finger trying to kill a cricket in a sports injury. Ok fine, I was trying to kill a cricket that found it’s way into my room. I’m not exactly sure how it happened but the next thing I knew my finger bent back and now it’s swollen and bruised. Stupid cricket. And to add insult to injury, the cricket made it’s way behind my dresser where I couldn’t get at it. Cricket = 1 Nandango = 0. This morning I woke up to find the cricket still in my room near my bed, as though it were taunting me. With my finger still painfully sore I decided that he had messed with the wrong human and that this was war. Several shoe throws later he was dead. Take that cricket.
I had been wanting to go out and take some nature shots but wasn’t exactly sure where I could go and didn’t want to spend the gas money driving all around the state either. A friend suggest a local nature reserve by her house that she had passed numerous times but had never stopped to look around. It wasn’t all that fascinating but was surprisingly large for being in a semi-residential area. I did manage to get some shots and it was nice to get out of my apartment. Afterward she wanted to go see a movie. This is fine because I like movies. I want to interject here and ask did you know that it’s $10 to see a movie?? And I’ll assume that in larger cities it’s more but holy cripes! I generally stick to the dollar theaters or redbox. What is all that money going toward anyway? It’s not like the movies all that much better than they used to be. The food (which I never buy) I assume is still crappy. I don’t think the seats are that much more comfortable and the whole place is dark so it’s not like I’m checking out the decor. And I really hate the commercials they play before the previews. What happened to Front Row Joe? They used to have a cartoon with him in it complete with a song and everything.
Anyway, she suggests a movie and in my mind I’m thinking please don’t say you want to see My Sister’s Keeper. Please don’t want to see My Sister’s Keeper. That of course is the movie she wants to see. Great. It’s not like I thought it was going to be the worst movie on the planet but I’m sure there are other movies playing that I would rather spend my $10 on. And besides, I don’t like Cameron Diaz. I knew this was going to be a sad movie and sure enough the entire theater was like one giant snot fest. You could hear people sniffling through the whole thing and when it was over just about every woman in the place had a kleenex. I can only imagine what people outside the door where thinking when they saw everyone come out with red, blotchy, puffy faces. I tuned out the last 20 min or so of the movie and stared at the chair in front of me in hopes I could pull it together before we walked out. And I really felt bad for the few guys that were dragged there by their girlfriends. I concluded that they either did something incredibly wrong and this was their punishment or they were planning on doing something incredibly wrong and were storing up on the brownie points.
Well that’s basically been my last couple of weeks in a nutshell. Mixed with reading books and watching my own DVDs over and over. Just think, two weeks from today I’ll be writing my entries from home in Arkansas. Crazy all the things that can happen in a year.
“Peripatetic nomads” are mobile populations moving among settled populations offering a craft or trade.” And right next to this definition should be a picture of me because I’m pretty sure this is what I am. Granted wikipedia says these people are generally either gypsies or traveling showmen like circus performers. Ok, so I’m not a gypsy or a carnie but even still I could be a more modern day version of this, someone moving to settle populations offering my skills in exchange for work or to perform services (and no, not those kinds of services). Since I graduated from high school 12 years ago I’ve moved back and forth between 21 cities/towns. That’s not including moves into different apartments within the same town. Though maybe one of those shouldn’t really count because although technically it was a different city it was only 15 min away. And yes some of those towns are repeats but months or in some cases years, separated the time in between. The point being that I had to pack everything up and move it, only to pack it all up and move it again later. This last stint in Utah really slowed me down. I was there four years which is by far the longest I’ve lived anywhere since high school. The next longest was one full consecutive year in Hawaii. Every other place less than a year.
I bring this up because every day it looks more and more likely that my time in Arizona is coming to an end. I’ve been here for four months and haven’t been able to find work. I’ve been unemployed for six and while I may be great at budgeting, there comes a point when that doesn’t matter. No money means no money. And as I’ve been going over all my options and seeing this move as a real possibility, I’ve started getting that restless feeling and slight adrenaline at the prospect of packing and starting over again. How I was corralled for so long in Utah at one time is a bit of a mystery I suppose.
I haven’t made any decisions one way or another, just trying to look ahead and be prepared for anything. There’s still a real posibility and chance that I could get a job and stay put here. Or not. It’s like a coin toss and I’m just watching it rotate in the air not knowing what side will land on top. And that’s kind of exciting, slightly stressful, but mostly exciting.