I Could Be Unpacking
Really not a whole lot to report today.
My mother found the missing bowls; she’d already unpacked them to somewhere else. Still MIA are my alarm clock, shower radio, all but one telephone (which is o.k. at the moment since I don’t have service yet), and the portable t.v. that goes in the kitchen. Oh, there’s lots else that hasn’t been unpacked, but those are the things I’ve actively been looking for. 
Last night after work, I went to the grocery and then helped cook and eat dinner. There was some puttering around in the kitchen as we tried to decide where to put a few things before I got down to doing some unpacking of my own. I unpacked my suitcases and two boxes and that’s pretty much it before I collapsed in bed close to 11pm, well past my bed time! :crazy:
We put my small fold-up bookshelf in the upstairs bath, but even it wasn’t narrow enough to make it between the toilet and the counter (despite that being a rather spacious area) because of the stupid toilet paper roll hanger that is permanently attached to the side of the cabinet at a rather low position. So, it’s just sitting in there against a wall where it isn’t interfering with one of the many towel racks and I’m putting stuff that used to be on the counters. I think I’ll buy some little baskets to put my make-up and pill bottles and such in to make it look a little prettier.
She says she’s o.k. with the divorce and all and that she’s already worked through it all. Maybe that’s true.Two years ago she seemed a bit of a mess, but looking back I think it was the post-trauma of having had her husband walk out. Really, she seemed pretty together except for wanting to talk about it a lot. El broke her of that by constantly wanting to talk about Wayne when they broke up. PW’s story has changed a little over two years as stories are wont to do. Now she says that she knew things were over a year or so before but hadn’t wanted to be the one to end things. She says that when she agreed to let him have internet, the relationship pretty much ended — because of all the porn and games he was downloading and more interested in than her. She says that a month before he left, she’d reminded him that they were “now” the age that they said they’d be when they started having kids. I didn’t want to remind her that I knew from very early on in their relationship that ManChild never wanted to be a daddy and that I’d pointed it out after he’d made some really obnoxious comments about it but when she confronted him about it, the nineteen year old boy, infactuated with the big-breasted young woman who would have sex with him and liked board/card games, told her that he was just joking of course. The truth is that he was always too much of a child to want to grow up enough to be a father with responsibility.
Ironically, now PW doesn’t want children either. Maybe she really didn’t want one two years ago, maybe she was pushing to see if he’d be the one who left. Certainly she’s made him do all the work. She made him do all of the paperwork and pay all of the legal fees, not to mention the 1/2 the rent of the apartment they shared until she had to move out because she couldn’t afford it anymore.
She also doesn’t want to date younger men anymore, which I find interesting since most of the men she surrounds herself with are younger. She certainly attracts them. There’s just something about her personality — not to mention the fact that she is perfectly content to work at that grocery store the rest of her life and never become more than the Frozen Grocery Supervisor. Granted, the store has been good to her and she’s worked in that location through three owners, but the ambition to do more than pay her current bills doesn’t seem to be really imporant to her, though of my friends and acquaintances with similar attitudes, she may be the only one putting some little amount into a retirement fund every week.
Though I really can’t say that those of us who make two-times or more money than she does are actually doing better financially. We just have more stuff and more services to pay for, but a lot of us live from paycheck to paycheck just like she does and in fact, a lot of us have big gigantic debts that she no longer has, thanks to her divorce and ManChild at least recognizing the debt was mostly his — though I believe the wedding may still be on those cards with the $200 vacuum he accidently bought that busted when they tried to vacuum up Christmas tree needles.
Who knows really? Maybe she’s better off without the ambition. After all, as long as she’s happy, I suppose things are well with her. More money hasn’t exactly made me happy in the past. It hasn’t gotten me out of debt generally either. Actually, no matter how much money I have, I tend to get more debt. :O
We get paid $300 every week we are on call, so I will have to wait to get it fixed until I’ve been on-call once. Since I still don’t seem to be doing anything exciting here, I think that may be some time from now. 
Actually, I’d rather be unpacking than sitting here looking at manuals and documentation and waiting for the current interface people to “show me the ropes”. I spoke to the two I needed to get direction from but they both have priorities today that are keeping them busy. *Sigh*
tags: dysfunctional family, Me
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