January 6, 2004
don't have a soul. You ARE a
soul... you HAVE a body."
definitely lends some clarity to things.
The more I think about it, the more
solid it sounds.
It has been such a lonnnnng weekend and
into yesterday. Kids are back in
school and that seems to be a good
thing. They were starting to get
bored and Delena was starting to sleep
in until noon or so. Having people
up and around in my house after I'm
asleep bugs me, so I prefer they stay on
a daylight schedule. I feel for
her because she's a nightowl at heart.
I had to dig out kids' coats, gloves and
hats to wear. It's been in the low
forties lately and while that might be
spring time to you polar bears, I moved
to California for a reason and
it's because I DON'T like to be cold.
I've never thrived well in the cold,
which took quite an edge off my
enjoyment of the time I spent in
England. In Kentucky, where I was
raised, as well as England, there is an
icy, wet, cold-to-the-bones, spine
shaking cold that hangs around for a
couple of months. Fortunately,
here in Sacramento, we mostly just get
good rain through the winter, which I
really do enjoy. The kids are
eager to go "play in the snow," where
ever it may be. I told Eric I
would go along to dole out the cocoa and
read in the car, but he's not been
particularly excited about where a
person goes into the mountains to play
in the snow without paying huge fees for
ski resorts. Most of the area is
private property, so not getting
arrested is also an interest. It's
looking like there aren't many play
areas close by without going all the way
into Nevada. If my kids are in the
car for longer than a half hour or so,
they grow horns, a bifurcated tail and
start poking each other with their evil
pitchforks. Meh... I'll find a way
to make it happen.
Speaking of making it happen, it's time
for a status update. Eric and his
partner are still trying to get the
insurance endorsement they need to take
the contract they were offered, which
would mean stead work for several
months. He waxes and wanes in his
confidence over the situation.
I've been praying like mad for it.
He contacted the Unemployment office
about the notice he received saying that
he'd been overpaid and that he would be
penalized almost $500 plus 5 weeks of
benefits. This time, the person on
the phone told him that his benefits
would continue until the case was
adjudicated and that would take several
weeks. We reread the paper we were
sent and it seemed very clear that the
determination had already been made, but
I'm not going to argue. We did
find out what happened with the clerical
error. Evidently, he worked for 3
days one week in July (which we knew),
then filed for unemployment again on
Friday after being let go on Thursday.
When he received his paperwork, it
looked as though they were asking for
info on the following two weeks, but
evidently, they intended to ask for info
on the week he worked plus the following
week, so when he reported two weeks that
he hadn't worked, their records showed
the three days he'd worked. (If
that makes any sense) So now we
see what happens. The great news
is that in the meantime, his benefits
will continue, for about another month
or so, which is vitally important.
They are a big piece of the incredibly
intricate and precariously balanced
patchwork of elements that holds our
financial survival somewhat intact.
had a happy, grateful, dancing party for
two when we heard we got a one month
stay of execution. Yayyy!!
Any excuse to dance, you know.
Two calla lilies blooming.
Remember I said one of the miracles
would come from something I thought was
dead? That would be the
unemployment. That means 2 more
Poor Nathan has been lost with Dylan and
Delena back in school after two weeks.
He's clingy and needy and lonesome and
trying so hard not to be. Still,
every few minutes, I hear "Mom, I need
you!" I try and train my kids not
to sit in one place and yell for me (I
hate that), so there's a lot of back and
forth ("If you want me, you're going to
need to come to me.") Barring
broken legs or bleeding out the eyes,
I'm just not going to be summoned.
With neither Eric nor I getting much
sleep last night (Eric's GERD was acting
up and my tooth was going nuts), it's a
quiet day with minimal expectations.
Eric is doing some minor work and I'm
taking care of Nathan and writing to
you. Beyond that, I'm going to do
a lot of resting and try to get
regenerated. If I get too far into
the gutter, the depression will set in
and I really don't want that. I've
really learned that staying well rested
is more important that anything (except
keeping the faith) in keeping a sane
head and calm emotions. As soon as
the true fatigue starts to get into your
bones, everything starts to look worse
than it is. When things are bad,
the last thing we need is tired
psychology making them look worse.
OH and I lost 5 pounds last week.
That's a good thing. :) I
don't care of it's mostly retained
fluid. It's 5 pounds just from
For now, it's time for me to pile into
my bed and cuddle Nathan while I watch
soaps and rest. There's not much
going on and my brain isn't concocting
anything interesting to read. Hope
you're all safe and warm.