So, I just get it…I get it. If you read my musings from the beginning…this all started with Lonnie semi-driving me crazy after he retired. However, I now get it. Day Six into my furlough and I am right there with him. Cleaning, washing, arranging, gardening and seeing all those things that I thought I would never see, like dust bunnies under the bed. I guess they have always hibernated there I just never took the time to notice.
I even have some of my Halloween decorations up…that usually doesn’t happen until Oct 25…if I am lucky. So, that is a good thing. I love All Hallows Eve. We went and bought pumpkins! I had coffee with Lonnie’s guys this morning! Wow!
On Saturday when I was volunteering at the rail safety booth, I had a couple of extraordinary experiences. One a guy came up wearing a filthy Tea Party Patriots orange ball cap. Not only was his hat a mess…but the rest of him was too and his kids. The unwashed. He was laughing at something…which I took as political. (hyper sensitive) He wanted all kinds of free stuff from the booth and I just had to walk away. I was not going to engage him.
Another guy came up and asked me if I was furloughed. He knows my husband and knows my situation. Anyway, he made some crack about a free vacation and hoped I was enjoying it on tax payer’s expense. Since I knew him, I was able to be more than firm with my answer…I would much rater be working and I was up there on my own time staffing the booth. Anyway, he took off…guess he decided not to engage me.
I miss work, I miss my co-workers, and I miss serving the public. I am missing promised to attend and present at meetings, which really bothers me a lot. I know I am letting folks down…and I am unable to do anything about it. They all understand I am sure…I just don’t. Why can’t these yahoos in DC fix this?
I am going to get those things done around the house I have meant to do for years. I am taking a special class at my yoga studio. Speaking of yoga, I have gone to practice everyday…except Saturday. It seems to help with the stress of not working.