During the break, I hired a student who’s good at woodworking to fix my desk (a nice mission style, very similar to this, given to me by the Music Parents Org. 15 years ago). Over time, some hardware worked its way loose, causing the drawers to be all janky and off-track. Now that it’s fixed, it’s time to go in and put everything back together — including all my sound equipment and laptop station, which were disconnected in order for the carpet cleaning guy to do his thing.
In other words, I’m out of excuses to avoid the school house. Have I mentioned that with each passing year, retirement looks better and better? Not because I don’t love my job, mind. I do. Anyway, what would I do if I retired? We don’t have a big enough nest egg to build a home on a lake, or just travel and relax all the time. Mortgage and student loans won’t wait. Even if I didn’t have to work, I probably should. I’d drive everyone around me batty if I didn’t.
Still, I get kind of, well, grumpy about it sometimes. But I shouldn’t complain (I can see all my private sector readers rolling their eyes), so I’ll zip it. Why so serious, after all? Life is wonderful and everything is great. The gym guy at my high school jokingly calls me The Angry Midget. Whatever could give him such an idea? I’m such a delicate flower.
Are you Happy today, and not Grumpy? I hope so, because Brother does look a bit nettled. I’ll make the transition to smiling myself, once I get showered and gussied. But maybe one more coffee first…