House of the Moon

I will drink coffee at home. I will not commute. I will not need fancy clothes. Lunches out. Badges, business phones, cube knickknacks, rush hour, meetings, water coolers, cafeterias, security, managers, bosses, timesheets, timetracker, paper clips, shoes to change into to walk at lunch, clockwatching, faxing, someone else’s schedule, someone else’s orders, someone else’s priorities. No more overflowing laundry, dusty carpet, unfinished projects, incomplete garden, quick meals.

Like I said, fixing, finishing up financial tasks. It’s going to be a BIG bite when I stop working. It’s scary. But at the same time…we don’t NEED all that I make…we can get by with a lot less. These thoughts get tossed around a lot. And I won’t be doing nothing. Glass will be in full swing while I’m at home, plus a small web gig and hopefully others.

I have days I’m really tired, tired of being the financial rock. I want to go all squooshy, and I wonder if I will ever have the freedom to.

Our Internet is all screwy, and that is why I have been so quiet. I’m on right now because we turned off the phone to get it to work. DLJ will need to do a little modernizing on the wires, what we’ve got can’t handle the phone, the dsl and the alarm system all at [...]

I just cleaned the bathroom. I don’t like that job. I think if I could give up one task, that would be it. But the bathroom is nice, now, Simple Greened. I dusted in the bedroom, pulled more ivy, pulled some weeds, made some beads for a trade, read up on some safety information for [...]

And we went to the tax man. Or shall I say, woman. DLJ has done taxes in the past, but with our house buying, job shifting, full time and contracted work, in companies in and out of Oregon, and side contract freelance jobs and things…yeah. I wouldn’t want to touch it, either.