My Wabi Sabi Life

It's 2012 . . . Now What?

2012-01-04T16:28:00.004-07:00

Beats the heck out of me . . . Our baby girl turns 34 today. That's impossible!! I'm only 32---No wait, I turn 60 this month. No way, that can't be right . . .

One is supposed to have some kind of meltdown each decade, right? I didn't have one at 30, 40, or 50; I guess I'm overdue. Should I just plan on having a big one this year and get it over with, or wait until I'm 65 (Yikes, I'll be a senior citizen!!), or 80---that's a nice round number. Folks tend to expect old women to be a bit quirky at that age; It's probably the perfect time to freak out---face my own mortality, but is anyone really ready to do that---EVER?

I think I'm going to really celebrate my sixth decade on this planet, and all the surprises that come with it. (Maybe Ron will bake me a cake!) Should I be putting a down payment on a walker though, just in case? I did see a snazzy purple number on the street the other day; All it needed was bigger wheels, chrome rims, and a motor!! Zoom, zoom . . . Okay, I know I'm not ready for that yet, except the 'zoom, zoom' part maybe . . .

Happy Birthday, Bear . . . and Happy Birthday to me!!

A Family Grows . . .

2011-10-03T06:17:00.003-06:00

Sarah and Daniel's marriage ceremony and reception may be technically described as a 'wedding', but in reality, it was an event; An evening that those who attended won't soon forget.

Sarah made a grand entrance, but not before she and Daniel greeted their guests as they arrived with hugs, handshakes, and abundant laughter. Folks brought platters of lunch meat and cheese for the Sandwich Bar along with cards and beautiful handmade gifts for the newlyweds. Many of Sarah and Daniel's friends contributed the music, photography, video, flowers, and even the wedding cake as their gifts to the happy couple. How many wedding have you attended with live entertainment that included stand-up comedians!? So much love and generosity . . .

Sarah looked beautiful, and Daniel and Sagan were handsome all decked out in their new suits. The vows were touching, and at times very funny---Something you would expect from both of them.

Adam did a wonderful job as Officiate, and later serenaded his sister and new brother-in-law with, 'She's No Lady, She's My Wife', a Lyle Lovett favorite. He started the ceremony by sharing the fable called, Stone Soup, giving kudos to all the friends and family who pitched together to make the event so special, and later, after the vows and formalities, he said: "And now with the power invested in me by The Robber Barons Motorcycle Club, The Universal Life Church, and the great State of Idaho, I now pronounce you husband and wife---You may kiss my sister!" The crowd went wild!!

I could go on and on about this 'Love Fest'. There were so many wonderful and touching moments, and so many people to thank, but I'm just going to close this by saying, Namaste'.

Today I Love My Cell Phone . . .

2011-09-11T08:14:00.002-06:00

Even after all these years, I still have a love-hate relationship with my cell phone. I was the last in my family to get one, after being finally convinced that it might come in handy in case of emergency. Still, it's not unusual for me to forget to take it with me when I leave the house.

Normally, I find cell phones annoying, like many folks do. We've all have been cut off in traffic by some idiot talking on his or her phone, or have been sitting in a restaurant trying to have a pleasant meal while someone at the next table is chatting loudly about their day. How dangerous, how inconsiderate . . .

Today, though, on the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 terror attack on America, I am grateful for that small, cumbersome, miraculous piece of technology. Without it, word of the attack would not have spread so quickly; Without it, the folks on board the planes, and caught in the Twin Towers, knowing that their death was eminent, would not have had the opportunity to speak or text their 'good-byes' to those who loved them most---America would never have heard those infamous words. 'Let's Roll'. For the victims of 9/11, their cell phones were their lifelines, their solice, and for many, their epitaphs recorded for posterity. Such a blessing . . .

So, on this day of remembrance, I willingly set aside my aggravations with the cell phone. As I watch the 9/11 Memorials on television and cry, I embrace its virtues, and am grateful for the technology and all its potential. It has proven itself to be an invaluable lifeline for many; In reality, it is mine as well.

Namaste'

The Page Has Turned . . .

2011-08-17T07:59:00.002-06:00

I'm not as good at this blogging thing as I should be, or as I would like to be . . . Where did July go? Now August is waning, and I'm wondering what have I been doing?

It appears that working for someone other than my husband is not in the cards. Since I withdrew my application with Martha and her experiment in capitalism, I've filled another couple dozen applications, sent out some resumes with no positive results. Fortunately, Western Woodwright, Inc., is back in business and needs me again. Due to a change in the laws, the State of Idaho decided that corporate officers should no longer receive unemployment insurance benefits, so that monetary buffer has ceased to exist for us, but hopefully we won't need it again. It will save our business the monthly cost of maintaining that insurance, so I guess it's a fair trade-off. Those weekly payments got us through the hard times, so we really have no reason to complain. (Well, we do, but I won't get political here) Business is good right now, and we're hoping the trend will sustain us through the winter, and into next year.

So, what has been happening these many weeks? Daughter Sarah (age 33) had a heart attack on July 16th . . . Yup, a real heart attack. Not the kind that older folks get after years of consuming copious amounts of bacon and french fries; the kind that happens to only 1% of the population with a hole in their hearts that should have closed at birth. Again, fortune has smiled on our family, and Sarah is fine, and if she watches her p's and q's will never have an event again. That was a night none of us care to relive . . . ever. On the plus side, Adam and his family came up from Colorado just hours after they heard that Sarah was in trouble, and stayed for a week. Sarah was out of the hospital in a couple of days, so the rest of the time was spent being a family again with lots of hugs and laughter. We all were reminded how your life can change in a heartbeat, literally.

Our family is about to grow a bit. Daniel proposed to Sarah a couple weeks ago, and they are tying the knot on September 30th. Daniel can't afford an engagement ring right now, so proposed with a signed black & white glossy photo of Jeff Bridges, Sarah's favorite actor. Jeff wrote, "Sarah, Daniel says he's a really good guy. Good luck with your decision. Jeff." Daniel had contacted his publicist in April, so he'd been planning this for awhile and was apparently waiting for just the right moment. The kid did good . . . Diamonds can come later. They were both all smiles when they came down to tell us. We'll be inheriting another grandson which Ron and I are excited about. Sagan is a very special 8-year-old, and we're happy to have him too.

I'm excited about art again . . . It's funny how that works. It's amazing how having folks pay money for what you make can cause a surge in creativity. I'm not creating what would be described as 'fine art' right now, but that's coming again. In the meantime, I'm content with producing my upcycled pieces that I am proud of, and people seem to like. I'm planning on doing a couple more shows this fall, then get to work on amassing an inventory for next year's selling season. I haven't given up hope in finding employment out in the world, but in the meantime, I think this is what I'm meant to be doing . . .

Namaste'

Time to turn the page . . .

2011-06-24T18:35:00.003-06:00

When I started this blog, I thought it would be fun to chronicle my search for a job that I would love. If I recall correctly, I started out upbeat and optimistic about my prospects, and eagerly waited for the phone to ring, and for someone to tell me that I'm their girl. Eight months later, I'm nobody's girl but Ron's; I have accumulated enough paper to impress any recycler, and a lot of dead air. I continue to scour the want ads daily, and make my obligatory contacts to make the Idaho Department of Labor happy, and keep my unemployment checks coming for awhile longer. I haven't lost my determination, but the thrill is gone. When I get a job, I'll let you know. In the meantime, I have a life . . . And right now, life is pretty darn good!

The Saga Continues . . .

2011-05-23T14:15:00.004-06:00

I started this blog to chronicle my job hunting experiences, so I probably should talk about the two interviews I had last week . . .

I got a call Wednesday afternoon from the manager of a local boutique wanting to know if I would be interested in a part-time position, working every Friday and Saturday and an occasional weekday. I had stopped by this cute little place back in January to see if I could wrangle a donation to my Valentine's Day Silent Auction; Their merchandise was eclectic, fun, and upscale. The woman I spoke with was very nice, agreed to donate, then asked that I come back with my resume. Though I don't recall all that we talked about that morning, I suppose I mentioned that I was looking for work; I tell everyone that! Though I have no retail experience, I thought this would be a good way to get some.

Anyway, I agreed to come in for an interview on Thursday at 11:00am when the shop opened; As always I was early for the appointment. I wasn't there five minutes before I was filling out a W-4 form, and Martha was making a photo copy of my driver's license. She showed me the procedure manual, the cleaning schedule, gave me an overview of how to write up sales, use the cash register, gave me a quick tour of the back room, and said that she wanted me to meet the boss. Martha showed me my resume where she had written, 'outgoing, nice looking', then proceeded to tell me that the other applicants were not particularly attractive for retail. Was she telling me that I have the job? She then asked if minimum wage was okay; I said that would be just fine, and that I would work hard in order to perhaps earn more in the future. Martha said, 'No, there won't be any increases in wages; The store isn't making any money'. Oop's, did I just say something wrong?

While we were waiting for the boss to finish whatever she was doing, Martha continued sharing random pieces of information. I would have to clean the outside windows should a drunk come staggering by and smear themselves across the glass, and if someone should puke in front, I should just call the bar, and someone will come with a hose and clean it up. Oh, and by the way, 'Here is the 'panic button'! Did I mention that this place was next to a bar/restaurant? After going over everything, and waiting several minutes, I told Martha that I would be happy to come back later to meet the boss, if she preferred. Apparently she did; She shook my hand, and said that she'd give me a call later, or on Friday when the boss was available. With that, out the door I went.

I haven't heard from my friend, Martha. **sigh** I'm thinking that she may have changed her mind about hiring me. I changed my mind about her hiring me too.

PS. Saturday I had an interview with an eyeglass retailer who is in need of a receptionist.
Like every other interview I've had, I think it went well; I can picture myself working there.
Of course the job search continues regardless . . .

'The One' That Got Away . . .

2011-05-17T05:17:00.002-06:00

I've applied for dozens of jobs in the past few months, and there has been a hand full that I thought I really wanted, but last week I missed out on my employment Nirvana---a sales position at Boise's premier import store.

Last Monday I decided to stop by said import store after the gym to see if they had any cool stickers for my laptop. Our son Adam and I love stickers; I know, it's weird---How old are we? (Adam recently summed it all up when he said, 'If I buy a box of donuts, I want a sticker!') Anyway, Adam awhile back sent me a couple of really cool Buddha stickers, so I thought it would be fun to return the favor. Ahh, the smell of Nag Champa when I walked in the door was like heaven; Everywhere I looked there was my kind of eye candy---Batik scarfs and sarongs, tie-dyed t-shirts, Buddha wall hangings and statuary, and just cool stuff! Mama like . . .

The stickers at most import stores are kept in binders, so when I arrived, I asked to see what they had. While flipping through the pages of fairies, Grateful Dead Bears stickers, and the typical 'Stop Global Warming' bumper stickers at the counter, I struck up a conversation with the store manager, Mindy. Seeing my opportunity to make one of my mandatory job contacts for the week, I casually asked if they were hiring. She said, 'Yes, we are; You didn't see the sign on the door'? Huh, no! (the sign was indeed on the door, but about a foot above eye level---Silly me, I'm not 6'2"!) Anyway, she then told me to bring in my resume on Thursday; She was off the next two days, and she and the owner were conducting interviews then. Stickers in hand, I left feeling great; I could really picture myself working there. The position is only part-time, but I want it!!

Fast forward to Thursday morning . . . Because of the nature of the store, I opted to wear my best jeans, clogs, and a cotton poet shirt; The last thing I wanted was to look frumpy. So when I arrived shortly after the store opened, I felt like I looked pretty hip and happening and would fit right in. Sadly, I was in an out of there in less than ten minutes, and I never saw Mindy or the store owner. Sarah, who couldn't have been older than eighteen, greeted me at the door; I told her I was there for an interview as Mindy suggested. She asked to see my resume, asked about my availability, and if I had any retail experience. I told her I was available as needed, and that though I had no retail experience, I did know their merchandise very well. Sarah immediately informed me that neither Mindy nor the owner were currently available. She also said that they were really wanting someone with a year of retail experience, but they would give me a call. There it was, the not so subtle kiss of employment death.

I called Ron from my car, and he kindly invited me to come out to the shop instead of going straight home. I was all dressed up with no place to go, and I couldn't think of anywhere to apply that I hadn't already. I consoled myself by stopping at Jack in the Box to pick up a blackberry shake; I bought one for Ron too. He deserved one; He was about to listen to me whine---again.

Glad your feeling better, Motherkitty . . . I'm doing my best to follow your advice. Namaste'

Update II

2011-05-05T12:43:00.002-06:00

I'm pretty sure that it really is spring in Boise . . . I lied earlier. The robins came, and the calendar said it was so, but it was all a sham! You can't trust anyone or anything these days it seems. Now, however, the tulips have bloomed, I picked up the winter's worth of dog poop, Ron has mowed twice now, and the dandelions have come up through the cracks in the driveway, so it must be indeed spring. (Notice that I said that I picked up the poop BEFORE Ron mowed, thank you very much!)

In the spirit of change and renewal, you may have noticed that I changed the look of this blog---it is so cool, don't you think? I also abandon my standard mugshot for a photo I found online. In real life, she was Louise Brooks, a famous, well-photographed flapper back in the day. I am a big fan of that era, and when I discovered this photo, I immediately snagged it, and decided to make it my own. Ron says she kind of looks like me when I was younger, minus the guns, cloche hat, and bobbed hair; Other than that, it really could be me. No wait, I wasn't that thin either. Never mind. Ron liked that the gal also appears to be exercising my second amendment rights to bear arms. Leave it to him to think of that!

On the business front, Ron got confirmation on two small jobs this week. One is a pergola, a direct result of the recent Home Show; The other a small truss job he bid back in August. All the other jobs he's bid are still showing strong signs of life, so we think we're finally on our way. You never know for sure though until the contracts are signed, but we can't help but be optimistic.

At home, my days are spent as they have been for months now---I won't even bother to reiterate, but it's all good.

Plans for our trip back East for the family reunion are pretty set. Sarah, Daniel, and Sagan are flying to West Virginia. They are renting a car and will take a slight detour to visit Cincinnati, our old homestead, and look up a few friends along the way prior to the reunion. Ron and I are driving by choice unless business is such that we can't take the week off, then we shall fly. Adam is the one embarking on the biggest adventure. He and his friend, Chris are riding their motorcycles across country to the reunion while Melissa, Noah, and Nathan fly out. Adam has set up a blog on this site which will chronicle his preparations as well as the actual trip---It's called 'Range to Range'. He's a good writer, so you might find it interesting as well.

Thank you to my four followers for hanging in there with me; Good things are happening, and I am grateful. Until next time . . . Namaste'

Update

2011-04-16T19:12:00.003-06:00

Just for you, Motherkitty . . .The pergola looked beautiful at the Home Show. It produced several leads and some interest, but no work yet. We posted new photos on our website, Western Woodwright.com. Ron is bidding like a madman, and we're awaiting word on many potential jobs; We are very encouraged, but we hope work will come sooner rather than later, of course.

I'm writing some, nothing important; I am working on a large canvas I started awhile back, and making some progress. It's huge--30"x40", and has a large female figure with lots of draping and hands! What was I thinking! So, I popped up on a found art site; I've made lots of little treasures using Formica sample chips, pretty paper, fun images, and encouraging words and phrases and left them everywhere. I'd leave my e-mail address on the back, and a few people sent me very nice acknowledgments. It was a lot of fun. I don't remember why I stopped, oh yes I do . . . I had to look for a job!! Still looking, by the way.

I've been doing more volunteering recently, fund-raising. I'm still going to the gym as often as practical, and keeping a pretty tidy house, and of course, pouring over the job listing several times a day. I spend time on the senior chat site I mentioned earlier, usually early in the morning and in the evenings depending on who I'm talking to and what time zone they live in. It's turned out to be an enjoyable diversion; The stories I hear have brought me to tears, as well as made me laugh out loud. It's been easy to separate the wheat from the chaff amongst the members, and I am fortunate to call a few people my friends. It's been an interesting experience, and may be worth an expose in the future. If you have time sometime, you might want to sign up for the two week trial period to see what it's like; It's based in the UK so it will be easy to find.

I hope this finds you well and happy, and free of computer woes which drives me crazy as well. I promise to write more sooner whether than later. Thanks again for your support. Gentle hugs.

Spring Ahead . . .

2011-03-22T14:27:00.005-06:00

Well, Spring has arrived, and we're moved our clocks ahead an hour, and the excitement is mounting! I happened to be up to see the big moon everyone was talking about last weekend! Unfortunately, it must have shrunk back down to normal size by the time I saw it, because it just looked like the same old normal full moon to me. I was so disappointed: I thought this was the start of something big---who knows, maybe it is!!

Frugality is keeping us close to home these days, which is really not a bad thing. We still manage to amuse ourselves, and Ron is preparing great home-cooked meals which rocks my world. He and I did go to the Boise Home and Garden Show last weekend. I suggested we go for the fun of it, then it dawned on Ron that this could potentially lead to increased business by selling timber pergolas and the like. So while I hung out and flirted with the bartender, Ron schmoozed the landscapers. (I didn't drink, there just happened to be a comfy couch right next to the bar) Anyway, it's beginning to look like it was worth the $10 and the trip to the fairgrounds after all. The pergola Ron built last fall is going to be part of a display at the Boise Flower and Garden Show this weekend. Instead of the fairgrounds, the show is downtown on the Grove which may mean more folks with more money. We like people with money!!!

I mentioned last time that I had joined a senior chat site on a whim. As it turned out, after the 14-day free trial period expired, I suffered twenty-four hours of chronic withdrawl symptoms, so I ponied up the $37 and became a lifer. I initially thought it would be a fun diversion until I find a job; I also thought that it might even be fodder for a writing project. So far there has been plenty of both; It's amazing how incredibly clever we humans can be! I have made friends from all over the planet who regularly share their stories with me---some extremely amusing, many just heartbreaking. Could I write a book about this experience . . . maybe some day.

I spend part of my mornings pouring over job listings, and probably way too much time on the chat site, but at the same time, I'm feeling a little more creative these days. I've actually finished a project, and am working on finishing another, and it feels good. I have a lot of time on my hands right now, I need to make the most of it.

Motherkitty, thanks again for the nudge. Good luck with your collage, and I hope you're feeling
well these days.

And Time Goes On . . .

2011-03-01T15:59:00.007-07:00

Ron just reminded me that I haven't blogged for awhile; By the date on my last missive, it has been almost a month . . . What's new? Not a whole helluva lot . . .

I had an interview for a receptionist position with a veterinary hospital about a month ago; I just know that they're waiting to surprise me with the good news. I have been applying for positions at Lowe's and Home Depot, and following up on all the applications I submitted before Christmas. I haven't heard a thing from Wal-Mart; I thought for sure I was a shoe-in. Recently I applied for a 'Car Attendant/Tour Guide position for a local scenic railroad line, thinking that would be a hoot! The train travels up through the mountains and back on weekends. It provides entertainment like mock train robberies, mystery tours, and live music. I haven't heard anything yet, but if I don't get the job, it will be a darn shame; The passengers would have loved me!

I still check the usual sources for help wanted ads every day. Lately, there seems to be a shortage of hairdressers; I kind of wish that I had gotten my beautician's license forty years ago. I could do my part to bring back finger waves and pin curls; I was really good at that.

I recently joined a senior chat site. Don't ask me why; It was late, and I was bored, what can I say. MotherKitty, I just may have to write that book after all, or at least a novella. Later . . .

Charm Is Not Enough, Imagine That!?!?

2011-02-04T11:35:00.002-07:00

I got 'the call' yesterday. Kathy from ACHD called to thank me for coming in for the interview, but said that another candidate had been chosen for the Clerk position. She wished me the best of luck, and I asked that she convey my thanks again to Jen in HR for the opportunity. I hung up feeling kind of sad, but also kind of relieved. Though the money and benefits would have been awesome, they really needed someone better qualified than me. I still feel good about the interview knowing that I gave it my best shot, and I am also absolutely positively certain that I earned the highest 'personality points'---hands down! I did, I know it! LOL

I don't know about you, but I am getting kind of bored with talking about my quest for a job. I think I am going to change course for awhile, and talk about something else for a change. If there is anything to report on the employment front, I will let you know.

Thanks for everything . . .

About That Interview . . .

2011-02-02T14:42:00.004-07:00

Well, it went like this . . . First of all, I looked fabulous---no kidding! Remember that scene from 'City Slickers', when Billy Crystal bemoaning his life said, 'And this is the best I am ever going to look'? That was me . . . whatever happened, at least I looked good.

After arriving fifteen minutes early, I then had to wait for an additional fifteen minutes before the HR person came to get me. During that time I had a nice chat with the receptionist, and exchanged smiles with all the nice looking men who were coming and going which was fun. Finally, Jen appeared, and led me into a small conference room.

As reported, there were three interviewers, Jen, Tim, and Christie. Each told me what they did for the highway department; Tim and Christie work in the department I would potentially be working in. Their job descriptions made no sense to me, of course. (The only thing I know about the highway department is that they fill pot holes and re-route traffic, right?) When they listed the duties of the Clerk position, my 'stress-o-meter' kicked in immediately. Reality check---all jobs are stressful until you know what you're doing!

Next came the HR part of the program which included the usual 'what would you do if' kinds of questions along with the 'how have you demonstrated blah, blah, blah'. I did my best to be charming and spin my answers, but then came the dreaded 'what kind of software do have the most experience with' question. MicroSoft Office Suite? 'No actually, Open Office Suite, (the free software you can snag from the Internet)---but it's similar to MSO, so I'm confident I can get up to speed quickly'. At that point, I'm pretty sure I lost them. When they had run out of questions (and enthusiasm), they asked if I had any questions, at which time I replied, 'Well, yes, I do--- What do YOU like about working for the highway department?' Jaws dropped, then each in turn answered answered my question. I attentively listened, commented appropriately, and then the interview was over. Ms. HR told me that they were interviewing five other applicants, and that I would know one way or another by the following Friday. She thanked me for coming in, and I immediately extended my hand and thanked them individually for their time and the opportunity to interview. I came home and wrote a lovely 'thank you for the interview' thank you note, and put it in the mailbox the same day. All in all, except for my answers to the HR questions, I think the interview went quite well, sort of.

As a sidebar, I got a call last night, yes, I said 'night', (at 8:00pm, who does that!?!?) from a veterinary hospital that I applied to months ago asking if I was still looking for work, and would I like to interview for the receptionist position that has opened up (no doubt the same one). Sure, I said, so next Monday I have an appointment at 11:30am. 'Film at Eleven', as they say . . .

Hope you're feeling better, MotherKitty. By the way, I'd buy your book too! ;-)

Luck and Networking . . .

2011-01-24T09:50:00.014-07:00

Thanks, Motherkitty, for the suggestion! I mentioned it to my husband, Ron, after he got home from work that evening. His response was, 'I've been telling you that for years!' Huh . . . I like to write; our friends always tell me that they look forward to my colorful missives. Am I capable of producing salable works? Good question. Stranger things have happened, I guess. In any case, it has given me something new to think about, and is also a good reminder that there are layers to my creativity.

It feels like I have been job hunting forever, though it has only been a little over three months. Frankly, the 'thrill of the hunt' has long gone. At the same time, however, I remain determined and, do I dare say, hopeful?

I went to an employment workshop at my local Job Service office last week. It was very interesting to say the least. Attendees represented a cross-section of humanity, from obviously blue-collar, to nicely dressed corporate types. There were a couple of women who had been recently released from 'the big house'; both were very candid about their situations, and full of enthusiasm. I was proud of them for that. Oddly enough, there were even attendees who are currently employed but wanted to make a change. I was amazed; I thought everyone on the planet was hanging on to their jobs for dear life! In their favor, each had current, and marketable skills as well as plenty of self-confidence. That is probably what it takes to take such a leap of faith these days, and a little luck.

No doubt I am glad I took the time to go to the workshop, and I appreciate the State of Idaho for what they are trying to do for the unemployed. The trainer was engaging, and provided us with lots of useful information via lecture and printed materials. Did I come away from the event with a renewed sense of hope? Not really, but perhaps a little better armed for the fight.

Ironically, I have an interview on Thursday with the county highway department. I had applied over a month ago for a clerk's position, and ultimately received a rejection letter. For some reason the position has reopened again, and they went back to their recent pool of applicants. If I remember the job description correctly, it may be something would be good at, and even enjoy. Of course, I will learn more on Thursday. I have been told that three people will be interviewing me, and that I will be competing with six other applicants for the position. Good to know . . . I guess.

I have 'luck' and the concept of 'networking' to thank for this opportunity, so that means the rest is up to me . . . No pressure!!!!

New Year, New Attitude, Maybe . . .

2011-01-11T15:06:00.002-07:00

Ten days into 2011, and I think I may be a little thinner, but still am not employed. Cammie
is, the woman that was hired to help make the holiday baskets. While I was enjoying the four
days off that I had request off, the Product Department lost a person and was subsequently short handed. Cammie being in the same boat (looking for work) as I was, and being a friend of the Produce Manager, got the part-time job. I was a little sad at first, but in reality, cutting fruit with huge knives scares me a little. It also entails standing for long periods of time, and lifting the same heavy boxes of fruit all day. Had it been offered, however, I probably would have jumped on it, but it was not to be. ('sigh')

I did get all 'dolled' up and went to apply at Hobby Lobby, and Lowe's as I mentioned, but again, no luck. Neither were hiring now, but took my resume and application and said they would see that they got to the appropriate folks. Lowe's indicated that they would probably be hiring in the spring. Something to look forward to anyway . . . (another 'sigh', though I feel more like yelling an expletive!)

Okay, shoulders back, chin up . . .

This morning I responded to an ad posted late yesterday in the Idaho Job Service listings. The best art supply store in town is looking for full-time help---I thought I heard a choir of angels when I read it, but I cannot be sure. Anyway, they requested that applicants come in person, so
I arrived fifteen minutes after they opened. While I was filling out the application, I noticed that there was already an interview in progress. The kid could not have been much over 18 years old, and did not seem to have the 'bubbly personality' the ad had requested; matter of fact, he was sitting there like a lump! Sorry, that is not fair; he may have gotten 'bubbly' after I left.

I was in the neighborhood, so I applied at Big Lots on the way home, and picked up a few things we needed while I was there. I tried to think of other places to apply while I was out and about, but decided to go home and re-group instead.

So consider this my re-grouping. What did Scarlet say, "There's always tomorrow . . ."

Thanks again for the pep-talk, Motherkitty. You are very kind.

Back At It . . .

2010-12-29T13:59:00.002-07:00

My last day of my seasonal gig was the day after Christmas. Though I ate a lot of Tylenol, and spent some time on the heating pad the whole month, but all in all, I enjoyed the job. I made over 200 baskets, most of which sold. I really liked the folks I worked with in the produce department, and we laughed a lot. I came away with a new appreciation for the work they do day in and day out. Constantly moving fifty pound boxes of fruits and vegetables around is hard on a body, and I had just a taste of it! It has been three days since the job ended, and I am still feeling the residual effects---my back is stiff, my hands ache, and I am sure that I am at least two inches shorter from all that standing. Is this what old age feels like---ugh!

Idaho Department of Labor requires that, in order to keep receiving one's unemployment check, one must make two contacts every week, so even while working, I had to answer ads for employment and send out resumes. (I am not complaining; I'm grateful for the help) One of my contacts last week resulted in an interview yesterday with an assisted living facility. They are looking for an activities director which really sounded appealing to me until I was told that I would be dealing with advanced dementia patients. Again, just like the interview with the psychiatry office, I know my body language changed. The woman interviewing me said that they
wanted someone 'passionate for the elderly'. While I have great compassion for the elderly (after all we all will be one day), I know myself well enough to know that it would be more than I could handle emotionally. I feel bad that the position wasn't what I expected, and that I am not the right person for the job, but I am sure that there is someone out there who is just the right fit. The old folks deserve that.

Tomorrow I will get dolled up and apply at Hobby Lobby and Lowe's and see what happens.

Happy New Year . . . I think it might even be a good one!

Namaste'

A Break From The Search . . .

2010-12-17T07:37:00.002-07:00

Since my last post, a couple of nice things have happened. I was hired seasonally by my local grocery/department store creating and selling fruit baskets. I started the last week of November with orientation and 'fruit basket boot camp', and am now going into home stretch before Christmas. I have been working mostly four to six hour shifts, but will end my stint with eight days of eight hour shifts. The folks I have been working with are awesome, and making the baskets have been a lot of fun. I am grateful for this opportunity, and I am hoping to find a position within the organization in the near future (fingers crossed!) I am kind of switching my job hunting focus to retail, and when I pick this up after the holidays, I will explain why. It is kind of an interesting story, and one some might relate to.

My son and his family flew in from Colorado last weekend for an early Christmas. It was great fun, and I was thankful that I was able to get those four days off. (It is just another reason why I would like to work for this company) It will be a quiet Christmas Day; just Ron and I, and most likely daughter Sarah and her boyfriend. No complaints here; I feel very blessed.

I see that I have a few more followers; thank you so much! I wish you all a very Happy Holiday Season, and a Happy & Healthy New Year.

Namaste'

No Wonder Folks Stop Looking . . .

2010-12-07T06:48:00.002-07:00

I have learned a lot since starting this journey into 're-employment'---about myself, and what the average folks are up against these days when it comes to looking for work, and it is not pretty.

You can tell by my first posts, that I started very optimistic and upbeat. It didn't dawn on me not to be confident. Yes, I am at the higher end of middle-age, but I still look pretty good, and have a spring in my step. I was sure what skills I brought to the table were good, and that my personality and work ethic would make up for the rest. I still feel that way on a cellular level, but there has been a reality check . . .

First, in our area, there at least three applicants for every job posting. That being the case, employers are wanting (I want to say 'demanding') more for their money; What used to be a ten dollar an hour job is now eight. In most cases, their requirements are now 'must have' instead of 'preferred', and applicants are encouraged not to apply if we do not match their skill set. We are in a recession, I get that, but what has really been upsetting to me is the attitude shown by some of the employers. It's not uncommon to read help wanted ads saying, 'Don't waste our time or yours!' and even 'No Slowpokes', and 'Slackers need not apply'. My favorite ad is the one saying 'Slackers need not apply'. The employer owns a bistro, and was advertising for a cook. Not only did he not want a 'slacker', he wanted that non-slacker to give him a two year commitment! Are you kidding me!?!? He didn't mention whether he would reciprocate, of course. Thankfully, cooking is not my thing, so I didn't feel the need to apply for the abuse. This is the job market in which we must navigate, and the waters are pretty rough . . .

Looking for work is a full-time job. I have been faxing and e-mailing resumes and cover letters, and filling out applications; spending hours on the Internet and hitting the pavement dressed in my Sunday best (I call it my 'uniform'). Several weeks ago I had a lovely interview with a woman's medical practice for a receptionist position. I thought I made a great impression, and not having a working knowledge of Microsoft Office was not a problem. Two weeks later I got a call telling me that the position had been filled (I kind of figured that). The girl (How does the saying go, 'I have shoes older than you!'?) was very apologetic for the delay, and called me a 'sweetie'. I cringed a little at that . . .

In early November I decided that it might be a good idea to sign up with a staffing agency as I was not having much luck even getting an interview. I probably should not mention the name of the agency, but let us just say that it is attached to my favorite thrift store. I was impressed with
their website as they expressed compassion for the older worker, so I made an appointment to meet with them. I came dressed in my 'uniform' and was interviewed and tested by a very nice middle-aged lady (Let's call her Suzie). I took the usual typing test and passed, but was also made to take a 'ten-key' test; a skill that I do not possess (I am left-handed, get real!). I told Suzie that I had never learned to 'ten-key', but she insisted that I take the test anyway. So, I 'hunted and pecked' for the allotted five minutes and in the end, Suzie said 'I did great'---she lied.

The events that followed changed everything for me . . . more later.

PS: Thanks, Motherkitty! :-)

Putting Myself 'Out There' , , ,

2010-10-29T14:52:00.002-06:00

So, with my brand-new resume hot off the presses, I got online Monday morning. I logged into the Idaho Department of Labor website, and started responding to anything office-related. It took me a minute to get a feel for how to best navigate the site, but found it to be pretty efficient, once I got the hang of it. I then headed to Craigslist; it seemed to have more job listings than the State. It became obvious that those two were going to be my 'go-to' sites, though I did (and do) check out ZIdaho, Career Builder, Monster, and of course, the local government websites for their job postings regularly as well.

On Monday, I got a call from a young woman named 'Ashley' representing a local satellite company (I think I have shoes older than her; I have to get used to that). She asked me to describe my work history, told me a little about the position, the company, their plans for expansion, yahdah, yahdah, then asked me 'How do you feel about $8 an hour?'. The ad had said, $8-$9.50 an hour, so I said that I was hoping to be considered for the high-end pay range, and asked if perhaps they offered benefits; Ashley said 'no'. I told her that I would still appreciate the opportunity to meet with her in person and discuss the possibilities. She, of course, had other candidates, and said she would call me back. Before the call ended, on a whim, I asked Ashley what made my resume stand out from all the others--Her answer, 'the font really caught my eye'. She never called; maybe I shouldn't have asked about the benefits . . . Note to self: Nix the benefit question, keep the font.

By mid-week I had already had a telephone interview, and had faxed and e-mailed a number
of applications with resumes, and then came the call. Because Craigslist job postings are
mostly blind, I didn't know to expect a call from a psychiatrist's office. I have to admit this interview didn't go so well. It was a part-time receptionist position. Stephanie, the HR person, met me with ragged jeans on, which kind of through me, but, hey, I'd love to wear jeans to work. We sat down in her office, she told me she life story, then about the job. It was $9 an hour, with right person, it could turn into full-time, benefits after a year (a year!?!). As she talked about all the escalated calls that could include suicide threats, and having to handle the unstable patients that come in daily, I know my body language changed. Stephanie had described the job as fun, and that they were one big happy family (she left out the dysfunctional part). The interview ended pleasantly, and I didn't hear back. I was relieved.

By the end of my first week of job hunting, I had two interviews under my belt, and seven
resumes floating somewhere out in cyberspace. I was encouraged, but I was starting to make some interesting observations about job hunting in a recession . . .

Job Hunting at 58 . . . It's time to go to work!

2010-10-28T14:26:00.007-06:00

I am well-loved, and ridiculously spoiled! Though I have had a number of jobs over the years, for quite awhile now, I have been free to play at my art, volunteer, go to the gym, and basically 'hang out'. Meanwhile my husband worked long hours, and built a well-respected business providing beautiful log and timber components for high-end homes and businesses. 2007 was our best year, but thanks to the government's mismanagement of just about everything, small businesses like ours are currently in trouble. So, while we hunker down, frugal up, and wait for the economy to cycle out of this mess, I am looking for a job!

I have been at this for almost three weeks now, but it was just this morning when I decided to start blogging. I am sure there are other 'slightly older than middle-age' women out there in the same boat as myself that might appreciate my observations. I know I would like to hear some of theirs as well. So, let's light this candle . . .

I sat down and reconfigured my resume on the 10th. I went online to review formats and to see what, if anything, was new in resume writing these days. I watched lots of videos on 'how to find a job in a down economy' which wasn't nearly as depressing as I thought it was going to be. I actually learned quite a bit, and was able to pull together a pretty good presentation. I admit that I stole a few phrases here and there, okay, more than a few. Actually, someone had written a really good description of their duties as a front desk receptionist at a community college. I could not let that go to waste; it was like they wrote it just for me! All in all, I think my resume is quite professional looking, and a pretty good representation as to what I have to offer an employer. I left out the job I had back in the 80's when I folded mens bikini underwear for Jockey, though. It didn't seem relevant . . .

Who Knows Where the Time Goes . . .

2009-09-07T04:41:00.003-06:00

Gosh, I still love that song . . .Judy Collins, circa 1969 or so. It's an appropriate title for this blog as summer is about to leave us again. It's been a good one mostly, though we did lose a beloved family member a couple of weeks ago. We flew to West Virginia for the annual family love fest in June. July is a blur, did a lot of money juggling, nothing fun. Business picked up in August, just in the nick of time (love that song too); Adam, Mel, and Nathan spent a delightful week with us. Our little garden fed us pretty well until recently, now our fruitful friends are keeping us in lovely tomatoes etc. My Rav4 decided she needed a major repair last week. We almost sent her packing, but decided to give her another chance and had her fixed. She's lucky we were in our 'fiscally responsible' mode, of course, isn't everyone these days!?!?

I've been doing quite a lot of 'upcycling' these days. 'Uncycle', I think I may be the only person on the planet that hadn't heard that word before, and I was thrilled to discover it. What I've been doing lately isn't 'recycling', and 'being green' is just a secondary result of my current artistic impulses. I'm beginning to think that my little 'upcycled' projects may even be salable. I'm thinking holiday bazaars in the near future, open an Etsy or 1000 Markets store around the first of the year , then see about doing a few art festivals through next fall. It could work. Now that I'm retiring from the family business, I will have plenty of time to devote to art which is wonderful---I should do more walking too. Dodger will be happy.

We miss you, Tony . . .Namaste'.

2009-05-11T14:02:00.002-06:00

The plum trees and lilac bushes are finished blooming, and the new gardens are in and planted, so I guess now we can expect summer to arrive soon. After a cold, and extraordinarily wet early spring, we have recently been enjoying lovely weather will lots of sun and mild temperatures. It's hard to believe that May is almost half over; soon we will be in the heat of summer.

As always, Mother's Day was awesome. Now Ron and I are looking forward to our trip to Colorado to visit Adam and his family this weekend. It's Nathan's eighth birthday, and happily we will be able to attend his party this year. Sarah will hold down the fort for us while we are gone. She is in charge of keeping all our new plantings alive, as well as taking care of Dodger. My guess is that she will enjoy her time alone in the house.

In just over a month we will be flying to West Virginia for the Shamblin/Haynes Family Reunion. It will be the third one in a row that we have been able to attend thanks to really cheap airfares. Sarah is flying out a little earlier in order to see old friends and then will attend the reunion. Everyone will miss Adam and his family, but fortunately they will be coming to Boise in August for a visit. It will be good to see the 'East Coast' branch of the family again.

Artistically, I have a little lax, but still manage to have a couple of small projects in the works. I've been revisiting the idea of doing art shows and festivals again. I'm thinking by next season I should have a good inventory in additon to creating 'found art'. I look forward to getting my friend Linda's take on 'Art in the Park' in Boise, and the Nampa Art Show in August and September. I'm thinking that the type of collage I've been doing might be quite unique for Boise, and perhaps even saleable. Guess we'll see!?!

In the meantime, one must soldier on . . .

Namaste'

2009-04-24T09:33:00.006-06:00

I've proudly worn the titles of wife, mother, and artist for more than half my life, then last week the mainstream media added another that I did'nt ask for but have gladly embraced---Right-Wing Radical (or Extremist depending on who is reporting)! Fabulous, sign me up!! Being one of the quarter of a million Americans who marched for changes in government on April 15th makes me stand a little taller these days. Enter stage 'Left', Janeane Garafao on MSNBC calling us all 'rednecks' and 'racists' among other things; her mother must be so proud. Compassion, Normi, compassion . . .

Today I'm suffering from what I like to call a 'sports injury'. After working out on the amazing 'step' Ron made me, and lifting weights, I tweaked my knee while in the act of sitting my butt on the commode. Yup, sure did---don't laugh, it hurt like heck---Fortunately, I made a safe landing on the seat, Whew! I'm hoping now that I get over this quickly so the periodic wincing and crying out in agony stops; that's just not dignified . . .

I'm enjoying my newly clean, and organized studio/gym/office . . .very inspiring on many levels. Our little rambler is looking pretty cute these days, inside & out, even with what still needs to be done. It's just one of the many things I'm so grateful for these days.

Namaste'

Could this be a trend---two blogs in a row?!?!?

2009-04-19T11:41:00.002-06:00

I do believe that spring is here at last. It could be a little warmer, but what a perfect day to hang out jeans and towels to dry, and get started on spring cleaning! The sky is blue, and the plum trees are in full bloom. Oddly, the blooms are more white than pink this year, but gorgeous none the less. It's a perfect day . . .

It is Sarah's turn to cook Sunday dinner, and Ron and I are anxious to see (and taste) what our budding chef has prepared for us this week. I love this not cooking on Sunday routine; who knew that Ron and Sarah would be this enthused about the planning, shopping, preparation, and presentation of a meal?! It's awesome, really, and they clean up after themselves to boot! Just another reminder of how spoiled I am. ;-)

Well, back to work . . . wow, I wrote two blogs in a row. What next, Twitter? Hmmm, maybe.

Namaste'

Will I ever get this 'blogging' thing down?!?

2009-04-18T16:35:00.000-06:00

It's been four months since my last confession, I mean, blog. Will I ever get into the routine? All the cool kids are doing it, why can't I?!? I'm witty, talented, and definitely opinionated; there must be at least a couple of people just dying to hear what I have to say!?! So darn it, I'm going to give this another try, and see how it goes . . .

Since my last entry, we've celebrated Christmas, rang in a New Year, and elected a new president (I had nothing to do with that). Daughter, Sarah, and I rejoiced in another year of living, while many of us acknowledged the birthdays of a few former presidents, statesmen, and at least one inspirational leader long since expired. After that, of course, there was Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, April Fool's Day (which happens to be our 37th wedding anniversary), and April 15th, Tax Day.

Ahh, April 15, 2009, a day that will live in infamy, at least in this household. Why, you might ask? Well, that is the day Ron and I became 'right-wing radicals' according to the mainstream media. That's right, we participated in one of the over 750 "Tea Parties" held all over the country, and we couldn't be more proud to have done so. The weather was chilly and damp, but that didn't deter the 2500+ Boisians who marched; the group was diverse, enthusiastic, and orderly--proud Americans all. Reciting the National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance brought tears to my eyes, as did seeing a young father, holding his toddler in his arms, put her tiny hand over her heart. It was symbolic of why we were all there, I think, our country's future---our country's survival perhaps. Don't get me started . . .next topic.

Yesterday, my friend Linda and I had a 'play date' which yielded many laughs (I think she thinks I'm a little crazy, and I know she is ;-)) and a few bargains as well. That brings us to today; dare I say that 'spring has sprung'!?!?. While Ron did yard work and caught up on '24' (gotta love that TiVo), Sarah and I attended a free gardening seminar at a local nursery which yielded not only a lot of good information, but some freebie plants as well. Then it was a quick stop at Big Lots, and home. It's been a good day.

As far as 'my wabi sabi art' adventures go, I've been exploring beeswax collage, which I have quickly fallen in love with. It's unique, and the beeswax smells lucious. I still have some 'found art' pieces to finish and distribute, but after that I plan to concentrate on bigger, perhaps salable, artwork. I'm constantly reminded how lucky I am to have the freedom (the time) to 'play'---Thanks, Honey.

Well, I think that about brings my blogging up-to-date. That wasn't so hard, I should do it more often!

Namaste'

Baby, it's cold outside . . .

2008-12-19T09:27:00.000-07:00

at least by Idaho standards. The forecast is for snow every day for the next week, so it can be said that 'it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas'.

Ron is blowing off work for a few hours to take me Christmas shopping and do lunch. I have been housebound with a head full of green goop all week, so it will feel good to blow the stink off, as my Mother used to say. I think the sinus infection is on its way out.

Tomorrow is the Western Woodwright get-together at Russell and Katie's house. The company is buying the steaks, and the rest will be potluck. It should be fun. It's nice that it's at their house. Ours is more suited for a summer soiree where the folks can spill over onto the covered deck. We look forward to doing that next year.

Wow, 'nextyear' is less than two weeks away . . .

Who knows where the time goes . . .

2008-12-17T14:09:00.000-07:00

Well, it's obvious that I am still trying to get the hang of blogging. One would think that nothing's happened to me and mine in the past six months, but not so!

The kitchen remodel that we've been planning for over four years is 98% finished, except for installing the backsplash, and purchasing a new stove. I imagine Ron and I will tackle the tile installation over the holidays(or not). I suggested that we get the stove as our Christmas present to each other, then remembered my long-standing rule of 'no appliances for Christmas' (except when requested). Well, I do want a new stove, but then I wouldn't have any presents to open on Christmas Eve--what fun is that!?!? Besides having a stove in the kitchen would mean I would have to really cook! (I'm really digging the microwave/grill/electric skillet thing, but don't tell anyone) We're going Christmas shopping this weekend so we shall see what Santa ends up doing.

The above mentioned project was my creative outlet for three of the six months, but now it's back to the really fun stuff--collage and altered art. I've finished a number of 'found art' pieces, and am moving on to bigger projects. I recently purchased a mannequin from Steve & Barry's which is going out of business. I've wanted one since I started in mosaics, but now I envision 'Maude' as a flapper covered in rich paper, beads, and fringe. I still haven't lost my love of mosaics though. (Linda, we will always have 'glue' in common)

You may hear more from me again, hopefully sooner, but more than likely later. I'll let you be surprised. In the meantime, you have my best holiday wishes.

Namaste'

The 2008 Family Love Fest & Feeding Frenzy . . .

2008-06-27T09:30:00.000-06:00

also known as The Shamblin/Haynes Family Reunion!!

Last weekend was not a 'wabi sabi' weekend either. The flight out on Wednesday was uneventful, and the time passed quickly. Dave and Samantha picked us up at the Charleston Airport while Kathy stayed home to make sure there was plenty of food on the table! The 'Feeding Frenzy' started the minute we got to Kathy & Dave's house, and didn't stop until we left Sunday afternoon. Family members started arriving in town on Thurday in anticipation of the Saturday event. There were two motorhomes set up nearby to handle the overflow. Kathy & Dave thought of everything, and they made sure we were all comfortable.

It was just fabulous to see everyone! Though not everyone was able to come to the reunion, fortunately we had the to time to visit many who lived within easy driving distance. The drive into the country was as beautiful as we remembered. We even got a little shopping in; it wouldn't be a trip to West Virginia without a shopping trip with Sandy and Leslie! Sarah made fun of the caftan I bought, calling me 'Earth Mother', but after seeing it on, I think she's wishing she had one too! I had a caftan my Mother had made me years ago, and loved it. You can't beat the comfort and the coverage!

Oh, back to the reunion . . . the weather was great---not nearly as hot & humid as last year. Of course the food was out of this world, and plentiful. Did I mention the desserts?!?!? Ahhh, peanut butter pie . . . Everyone posed for pictures, and posed for more pictures, and more, and more. Sandy put together a lovely memory book for Kathy before they left.

It was indeed a 'Love Fest', and I'm sure everyone who attended felt it. I know we, the 'west coast branch of the Shamblin family', as we call ourselves, brought all those warm and fuzzy feelings back with us, and look forward to next year's event. Let's hope everyone stays well, and gas and airfares reasonable.

Namaste'

Our Not So 'Wabi Sabi' Weekend

2008-06-12T14:30:00.000-06:00

Our weekend in Sun Valley was anything but 'wabi sabi'. The timing was perfect for a road trip. The temperatures were in the seventies with nothing but blue skies and a few puffy clouds on the horizon. As we made our way further north, we noticed that the foothills were in bloom with purple and yellow wildflowers, and the sagebrush gleamed silver in the morning sunlight. Spring comes later there, and it was a pleasant surprise.

After the business meetings were completed, and all the photos were taken, we checked in to Sun Valley Inn. I was immediately reminded of my tote that I purchased in Las Vegas that says, "I love not camping!". Our suite was awesome. It was very classy, and had oodles of complimentary stash; not to mention 'turn-down service'. We had lunch in the Hotel, but the our best meals we had were dinner at the Sawtooth Club, and breakfast at the Kneadery; very good, and not so pricey. I left some 'found art' with our waitresses, and here and there. I wonder what they thought . . .

The drive home was just as lovely. Ron and I have always had our best chats on the road, and after 36 years, nothing has changed. Remember, I said at the beginning that this wasn't a 'wabi sabi' weekend---it was perfect!

Namaste'