So i think i'll forgo the under-wires next time and order one of these:
I called finally and confirmed they've filled the position i applied for. He said they'll probably be hiring again in January so that would be a relief. I've been walking a dog for a few bucks every day and i'm petitioning the neurology gods it all continues to go successfully. Such a simple job is still a questionable endeavor for someone with epilepsy. I wrap the leash around my wrist and entreat the powers at be as much as i dare, that she remains tethered to my body and far from cars and death-delivering inertia in the street. I probably owe it to her owner to disclose my medical foibles and inefficiencies. But boy would i rather spare her the worry.
I'm trying to keep my mind off my recent job-propositioning failure and staying as busy as i can manage. It's pitifully easy for me to come up with excuses not to leave my house. I have to make a conscious effort to say yes. I've posted this before, and i regret at less than 50 posts to get repetitive, but i'll never, ever get sick of this:
|I don't really like guns, but i guess we're gonna shoot a big one.|
|We're definitely a couple of rednecks.|
It was Hillbilly Make-A-Wish meets bucket list.
MS is threatening my friend's last somewhat-functional limb.
In any event, he was pretty thrilled about this gun business.
|Don't rob Ben, our dentist friend; that guy has some really big guns.|
I'm not a gun-nut by any means but it was more fun than i anticipated. We also shot a bump action stock-equipped AR-15 which i initially declined on account of the moral implications of putting my hands on such a thing (i won't even post the pictures), but i'm spineless and the guys goaded me into it, so i squeezed off a few rounds rapid-fire. It seemed so wrong, and then i shrugged it off, grateful to live somewhere safe and peaceful where law-abiding citizens own these things (whothehellknowswhy) and not baby boy gangsters in the streets.
It's cold here and the air feels like a frosty scouring brush as it swirls through my very first cavity. Perhaps i'll pay a business visit to my new dentist friend who happens to be armed to the teeth.
More inappropriate humor to wrap it all up: