I am ready to enter “that zone”, the writing mindset….on day four. Last night I had good start in my mind but that was lost by a nap, a bath and two episodes of Stranger Things. The good start hasn’t left my mind so I am hopeful.
I worked my waitress job today, they called and I said yes. It was a baby shower with the “ships ahoy, it’s a boy” theme. It was cute and they were nice. I have never had a party chip in so much with the cleanup. I got there at 11am, the shower started at 1pm, and I left a little after 4pm. That was a big chunk out of my Saturday. I’m not going to say no to the extra money, especially so close to Christmas.
There was another party tonight and two complete newbies are working it….this is not good. At this point…does it really matter? The owner has inoperable stage four liver cancer….he is on complete autopilot. I said I would work Thanksgiving but will they still be open at the end of the month? I hope so…I hope his experimental treatment works for him. It’s very uncertain right now.
That seems to be going around these days. One of the nurses at work was complaining of shortness of breath and when her husband made her go to the emergency room on Wednesday….it took until Friday for our local hospital to diagnose her with a mass on her pulmonary artery. Surgery is required but it is too dangerous at the moment. She was fine on Monday??!! I’m going to try and go see her tomorrow. It’s so sad, and so fast.
When I was at work today the chef was making sauce and he looked at me like I was a crazy person when I started snatching these cans out of the garbage. Why didn’t I think of this before? I was so concentrated on those old Maxwell House coffee cans that nobody has anymore that I never thought about the old waitress job. I will have at least nine oversize book page trees this year. I am pretty excited about this find.
If they sell well on the 18th….I know where to get more.
That was pretty much my day. Mix in a little laundry, a doTERRA order and I made some stuffed pepper soup and that completes my day. I will write tonight…I will use that extra hour to my advantage. 47 more days to go and after that the light starts to slowly come back, but who’s counting?….Zia