My wife is upset about a whole bunch of things, not least of which is me. At any rate, if you hadn’t been up on the current event in our lives, we are in the process of moving. She is packing and wringing her hands and praying that the nasty and horrible winter won’t come too soon.
Too Late; it came in yesterday Around 10:00 in the morning and the snow storm didn’t stop until some time after midnight. WE obviously broke a record for October snow accumulation, I just don’t know what other records we broke too, such as coldest October morning.
Now, besides the stress of the move she now has to deal with the fact that she sent all her winter clothes south to her mom’s already and has literally nothing to wear that will keep her warm. On top of that is the problem of the mice we have and things I’ve thrown out that she didn’t want thrown out such a banana tree she had.
It’s not literally a banana tree, but a stand one uses to place their bananas to allow them to ripen naturally. Unfortunately, it was the perfect spot for mice to munch on the ripening fruit. We had to settle with storing everything in the fridge, to her chagrin. She has a distaste for eating cold fruit. It had all kinds of mouse dropping and it was gross. Perhaps I should have placed it off to the side like she informed me this morning. I told her it was a judgement call.
I got an email from the publisher who informed me the final cover design for A Man’s Passion is complete so the final proof should be ready for me to review and okay. A proof reader has been assigned to read I Albert Peabody. So in my world, I feel I’m starting to move up.
My wife though told me I needed to choose a different career path yesterday while we
were driving in the snow throughout Spokane. She has never been a huge fan of my endeavor, and I’m not sure why either. I tend to ignore her rants as mere jealousy. I think yesterday she had in mind to pick a fight and knew that button to push would set me off. But I ignored her none the less. She truly doesn’t know or care about how my writing is actually going.
Plus I think with her at least she is unaware what the process is in writing; how long it takes and what the sacrifices one has to endure before a successful writing career truly takes hold. It took me over 40 years to get to where I’m at right now; half of which was a vacation or writer’s block that had everything to do with looking at life from inside a beer bottle. If I had stayed course with my early writing career, things might have been different, but then I wouldn’t have the wisdom and knowledge from my pass mistakes to go back on.
I think she expects me to find a job down there in Southern Idaho, doing what is anyone’s guess. After all, I’m in my 60s now; no spring chicken anymore. I want to enjoy retirement, not work crappy jobs until I die, like my mother did. I have a to hold on to a career I once only dreamed of achieving, now appearing more fruitful. It is truly remarkable how things in our lives seem to make everything worthwhile.