Friday,
March 5, 2004
Heading into the weekend
I would probably be perkier about the fact it's Friday if I didn't have these lingering traces of the flu -- they're being controlled by Sudafed and ibuprofen, thank you, but coming home sans medication was a bit of an experience. If there's one thing I really, REALLY dislike about living in Dallas, it's the insane drivers. I mean, in Cook County you used to be able to get your driver's license by giving the examiner a $20 (no, I passed my test legally, but they probably didn't bother to ask me since I was only 18. My mother did get shaken down for the $20 before the examiner agreed to give her a passing grade, and that woman could put Mario Andretti to shame when it came to driving) and the drivers there weren't half as homicidal as the F-350-driving morons down here.
But the weather is freaking stunning -- emerald green grass, wildflowers popping out on the medians, and a beautiful blue sky loaded with puffy clouds. Perfect temps, perfect humidity -- since it's only March, this is one of the GOOD things about living in Dallas.
On the continuing upside, we finally got our medical cards so we can actually go to the doctor and dentist now (well, not the dentist -- no money for that. But no tooth problems either, knock wood, so that's not much of a bother), and Lyndon is now up for three -- count 'em, THREE -- telecoms jobs, one of them in the area. We should start hearing more about the various positions by next week.
On the down side, Lyn's grandmother died this morning, and he's understandably upset about it since he can't go home for the funeral. mainly because of the chance of getting called for an interview next week. She was a lovely lady -- 88 years old, very firm views on things, and had a quiet sense of humor. His online buddies spent the day keeping him company and cheering him up, and I'm spending the evening doing the same. He's not sure if flowers would be appropriate -- we're going to check, and if they are I'll call a local florist and have a nice bouquet done up for the funeral.
Safe travels, May,
and may you find Grandad Bill waiting for you with open arms.