As you all know I’ve been looking for work to help pay the bills and keep my sanity. I received a call—text message telling me they liked what I offered in my resume and cover letter. She invited me to go on another phone App and contact this individual who was going to interview me.
I got my latest issue from Writer’s Digest the other day. Back when I lived in Spokane going on three months ago, I picked up the mail from my PO box once a week. Now, the rural mail delivers my bills, advertisements and periodicals at the mailbox with red flag just up the drive from the road I reside from…
You have all heard of the Bird Man from Albatross, where this prison inmate befriends pigeons while serving a life sentence on the Rock known as Albatross. All week I had no idea what to write out as my subject for my blog for you my loyal readers to enjoy.
This last week was remarkable and not necessarily in a good way either. My step daughter got married a second time to a second husband in a small church inside a small town just outside Spokane. My wife and I went, taking our dog Zeus and getting a motel that my stepson raved about. It was a horrendous, stinky, carpet-stained room with cigarette burns on the bathroom sink and carpet.
I was never this lucky, I reminded myself when I saw the special news alert concerning Bill Cosby’s conviction. It’s most likely why I never even tried because I knew the consequences of ignoring when she said “No.”
I’m doing promotions and advertising via Facebook on my last bit of good news that I shared using the page devoted to “A Man’s Passion.”
Well, I got results from various people and four interesting comments which all four implied or downright accused my post of being spam.
It came to me then as now that what he really wanted from me was company; someone to hang around with and talk about things when not in the company of my mom and his wife.
While I was in the process of doing that I received a call from the local Social Security office. Did I mention the day was socked in with rain, clouds, and wind? It was and apparently that had something to do with the Social Security agent trying to communicate with me.
After we were ready Dave began trolling, keeping the boat’s speed down by idling the outboard engine and moving gently over the pond’s surface. I also teased the fish by bobbing the rod up and down slightly, jigging for a bite.
I’ve been looking for part time writing/blogging jobs that will help pay the bills and keep a sense of sanity here where I’m sharing living arrangements with my mother in-law, Tom and my wife. I found a couple sites that I’ve been using that hold promise, though I’m sure I will soon discover how good they actually are.