Posted 12/09/2017
It's November and I'm still in Tucson, Arizona. The job is scheduled to complete around the end of the month, but I don't have a lot of confidence that's going to happen. Things never happen according to schedule.
The motel life is boring. Wake-up time is 5:30, followed by breakfast at 6, then doing last-minute prep for work between 6:30 and 7:15, after which it's time to hit the road to travel the six miles or so up to work. The speed limit is very strictly enforced; these Oro Valley cops are either very, very strict or desperate for funds. It's the only place I've ever lived where they are out on the road every morning (and evening) without fail. At least between 7:15 and 7:30, and again between 5:30 and 7:30 (depending on whether I leave at 5:30 or 6:30).
Work is interesting but there's a lot of schedule pressure which is very annoying. There is far too much to get done than is allowed for in the schedule; one can only hope that they wake up soon and "smell the coffee". Otherwise, things are going to get very tense around here.
After work, it's time to just turn off my brain for awhile, make some dinner out of whatever I've brought home from the store -- frozen veggies, apples -- see what movies are on the television, wait for a call from Cheryl so we can talk or Skype or whatever. Then it's time for bed.
My life is very boring right now, at least most of the time.
But it becomes a lot more fun on Wednesday nights and Sundays when I get to hang out Jeanne and Brendon and all their friends at church. Yesterday they were both kind of busy so I just hung out at the house and played with Wally (pictured above) and the chickens (who were too shy for pictures) until they got home. Got to help Jeanne salve up a chicken who was being pecked on, then headed back up north to the motel to Skype with Cheryl and Adam, and then it was time for bed.
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| Wally the Dog |
The motel life is boring. Wake-up time is 5:30, followed by breakfast at 6, then doing last-minute prep for work between 6:30 and 7:15, after which it's time to hit the road to travel the six miles or so up to work. The speed limit is very strictly enforced; these Oro Valley cops are either very, very strict or desperate for funds. It's the only place I've ever lived where they are out on the road every morning (and evening) without fail. At least between 7:15 and 7:30, and again between 5:30 and 7:30 (depending on whether I leave at 5:30 or 6:30).
Work is interesting but there's a lot of schedule pressure which is very annoying. There is far too much to get done than is allowed for in the schedule; one can only hope that they wake up soon and "smell the coffee". Otherwise, things are going to get very tense around here.
After work, it's time to just turn off my brain for awhile, make some dinner out of whatever I've brought home from the store -- frozen veggies, apples -- see what movies are on the television, wait for a call from Cheryl so we can talk or Skype or whatever. Then it's time for bed.
My life is very boring right now, at least most of the time.
But it becomes a lot more fun on Wednesday nights and Sundays when I get to hang out Jeanne and Brendon and all their friends at church. Yesterday they were both kind of busy so I just hung out at the house and played with Wally (pictured above) and the chickens (who were too shy for pictures) until they got home. Got to help Jeanne salve up a chicken who was being pecked on, then headed back up north to the motel to Skype with Cheryl and Adam, and then it was time for bed.
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