Changes

Slowly my husband and I are coming to terms with what may be happening soon related to his potential job loss.  He's been pro-active by applying to some jobs, two of which are in the same town where we live.  That would be ideal -we'd get to say in our home and everything else would go on as usual.  Except he'd (maybe) finally be happy in his work and we'd stop worrying about (maybe) losing our home and (maybe) we won't have to leave a part of the country where our son and daughter-in-law live.  Not to mention future grandchildren. Having this kind of uncertainty shoved down our throats at our age is just almost unbearable. But like I keep telling myself - there are no scripts handed out when we're born that we can study and memorize and know what lies ahead of us at every bend and twist in our lives.  Most of all, my faith tells me that God hasn't lead us down any perilous paths yet and He always seems to know what is best for us.  If I can keep that thought upper most in my mind, and not get caught up in the emotional drain of thinking of leaving our home that we love so much, and all that would be involved in that, then I think I'll make it through this.

Okay enough of that bullshit.  Time for a change in direction.  My brother-in-law is back on US soil! He got to Afghanistan last December and now eight months later, he's back.  I wish my son's deployment would also be done in eight months.  We were told it would be nine.  I guess you never know with the military.  Be prepared for anything. Is that their motto? No, I think it's the Boy Scouts' motto.  Anyway, my sister and her three children must be overjoyed and over the moon and overwhelmed with happiness that he is back! I hope to see them at Thanksgiving, if not before that.  Although it seems likely that November would be a logical time to see them.

I've been quilting again. I completed a wall hanging about two months ago and picked it up when I was on medical leave for my knee.  It feels nice.  Odd, but nice.  It reminds me that I'll have lots of handwork to do when I retire.  Better to keep my fingers nimble now rather than start up quilting again just as I retire.  It's my first love.  I really enjoy knitting and crocheting, but quilting makes my heart sing. It always has.  I used to wish that my daughter would fall in love with quilting.  But knitting makes her feel like that, so I'm glad she found something to be passionate about. Makes life worth living, and gives you something to fall back on when you've got the blues, or are worrying excessively. And these days - the worrying days far outnumber the non-worrying days.  I wonder if I have an ulcer forming?!  Sure hope not.

I have too much time on my hands at my job.  When I acknowledge that fact, I realize that maybe a change in jobs might not necessarily be a bad thing for either my husband or me. Busy makes the time go faster. I'm never very busy.  Well - not NEVER, but rarely.  Here I am working at my 'dream' job but they can't keep me busy.  Maybe a career switch-up is in order for me.  I wonder if I could re-invent myself?!?!