Coupla things...
First off, if any of ya's get within lighting distance of a candle, light it for me, wouldja please?
Pray, light candles, do naked dances involving chicken bones, whatever floats yer boat, but just do it, pleasepleaseplease?
The way we left it the other day is: his schedule is full right now, but "this shit changes every week. People go back to school, quit, run off... ya never know when, but it happens and when it does, I'll call ya..." Yeah, okay. Meanwhile...
We're so broke I can't even pay attention. I mean, it's amazing that Eric's making enough to cover the entire child support/arrears amount and we still have money left, but it's not much after Jersey takes their cut, ya know?
It's also amazing how much just the act of living, staying alive, costs. Food, heating oil, utilites... not to mention gas, insurance... shit like that.
Without me working too, it's next to impossible. So, anyway, I was perusing the paper today and saw two ads for part time "taking care of critters" work and did a reverse search on both phone numbers. The better of the two jobs just happens to be about 2, 2 and a half football fields away, if ya go straight across the field behind this house. It's a little better'n a 1/4 of a mile, if ya drive. It's the horse farm I've been using as a "put our horses out or not" indicator since we moved here.
If they put alla theirs out, I figure they know better than me what the weather's like around here, so I put ours out. If they don't, I don't. So, I find out where the job is and went right on over there and met the guy. I thought for about a nanosecond about how I was going to explain how I knew where he lived, since the ad only had his phone number, but I figured, "Screw it. If anybody can pull off explaining it, I can..." and went for it. It didn't seem to bother him a bit, finding out that I'd "cyber-stalked" him and all, so... Thank you, Lord.
*grin* He's an older guy, married and seems really nice. He builds calf-barns, kinda like hothouses as opposed to regular "barns", and needs someone to take care of his herd (and I do mean HERD... I don't know how many horses are there, but it's a LOT) when he has to go away to build these structures. This job and I were made for each other.
It's about 4 hours a day.
It's taking care of HORSES, HORSES and even more HORSES.
It's right in my own backyard.
It's money for doing something I love. There's way more to all of it, BUT... there are some baby cows needing bedding out there right now and I do still have one other thing I wanna mention... I happened upon Livey's place, via Rob, of course, due to a porno-potato post. I fiddled with the address in the search bar and went to her main page.
There, I saw a picture of a cute ol' guy named Joe. So, I started (trying) to read. (I say "trying", because this machine was being a total ass, going slower than molassas rolling uphill in frggin' February- more about this in a second...) Anyway, I read what I was able to, and, even in the midst of being driven batso by this piece of shit, I was really touched by one (at least one) of the things she'd written about. (All of the "Joe" stories are intriguing...) She was at the grocery store and saw some random old guy making his way across the potentially treacherous parking lot and went outta her way to help him get to his car, load himself AND his groceries and be on his way. That was fuckin' AWESOME of her.
So much so, that I'm gonna follow her lead with it.
Not that I run over old people or am rude to them in the first place (kids-probably, old people-no), but... I'm just gonna start looking, paying way better attention, when I'm out and about and see if anyone looks like they could maybe use some help too, and if they do, help 'em. I already do shit like helping the guy behind me reach the shit in the bottom of their cart in line at the grocery store and hold doors and stuff, but... I'm gonna take it further. I felt s'dammned good about what Livey did, I can't wait to see how it feels doing it myself.... *giggle* And, while I'm on the subject, God Bless her for her patience and what she's doing with her life, taking care of people like Joe. Not all old people are cute and sweet and sometimes they can be totally outta hand, even... this I know, because my dopey mother used to be a RN in the psych ward of a nursing home.
I gotta tell ya, I'd be fired after the first time one of the "residents" spit a mouthful of beets at me.
I don't think I could do it.
Besides, even the nice ones... ya get attached and they die.
Not good.
I've had enough of that in my life already, thanks. But, this "random acts of kindness"?
Oh, hell yes. And, every time I do, I ain't gonna be able to help but to think of Livey, so I guess, in a way, without even really knowing her except for in Rob's comments, it's dedicated to her, for the inspiration, that I'm gonna add this to my life. So, thank you, Livey, for showing me a way to be useful and feel good all at the same time.
AND... the killer part is... IT INVOLVES PEOPLE!!! That's frying my mind...
(She doesn't know what she did here, does she? *grin*) Also, I wanna thank her for the improvement in the running of this pooter, too.
I am SO determined to read the rest of her site that I ran alla the shit, Adaware, Sybot, disc cleanup, Scandisc and disc defrag and yeah, it sure did find shit.
All gone now. So, as soon as I get back in here from bedding calves, I'm gonna go visit Wisconson for a while again.
See what else I can learn. Peace
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Not that it's that big a deal, but... I actually blogged these two events backwards.The whole Livey revelation happened this morning, while I was trying to become fully animated with this truck parked on my chest masquerading as a cold. It was while alla the cleanup shit was running that I looked at the paper. I just didn't want ya's to think I'm only gonna be nice to old people just to make brownie points with God about the job.
If that was the case, I'd be at the local Giant carrying old farts across the parking lot right now, whether they wanna go or not, ya know? Anyway... off to bed the babies....
Comments
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Livey is a very nice person.
Posted by: Catfish at December 07, 2005 06:39 PM (lkkbB)
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Does sending someone a multitool because someone had lost someone's count as a random act of kindness?
:-)
:-)
Posted by: BlogDog at December 08, 2005 12:05 AM (AZGJk)
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Absolutely, Lovey.
In fact, you are among the first of my foundation/corner stones for my being able to get so much from Livey's actions.
If not for you (and a coupla other very sweet, supportive and loving/lovable people), I don't think I'd be so open to the idea of reaching out to people (especially in such a literal sense) and being able to see beyond my own shit to wanna help others.
This is a first for me, far as I can remember....
*grin*
(Briefly, for those who know me in "real" life-as if blogging is done in another dimension or something- I know I've always had this "Crusader Rabbit" complex about me. Always looking for someone to "save". BUT... I had an ulterior motive for that. Just one, but it was constant... I wanted to "save" someone who would in turn, love me til I died.
This time, with this situation, I wanna do it just to do it. Just to truly help somebody who needs a hand.
My life, and I believe consequently, my actual brain chemistry, has changed so much, especially since moving here, that I don't want anything back from anyone I might help out. If they wanna throw me a smile or pass it on by helping someone else themselves, that's great.
But, other than that, I just wanna do it. Can't explain it any better'n that.)
(Which, by the way, leads to my next post, which I hope to GAWD someone sees before 7am, which may be a bit more able to happen if I were to go do the danged thing...)
In fact, you are among the first of my foundation/corner stones for my being able to get so much from Livey's actions.
If not for you (and a coupla other very sweet, supportive and loving/lovable people), I don't think I'd be so open to the idea of reaching out to people (especially in such a literal sense) and being able to see beyond my own shit to wanna help others.
This is a first for me, far as I can remember....
*grin*
(Briefly, for those who know me in "real" life-as if blogging is done in another dimension or something- I know I've always had this "Crusader Rabbit" complex about me. Always looking for someone to "save". BUT... I had an ulterior motive for that. Just one, but it was constant... I wanted to "save" someone who would in turn, love me til I died.
This time, with this situation, I wanna do it just to do it. Just to truly help somebody who needs a hand.
My life, and I believe consequently, my actual brain chemistry, has changed so much, especially since moving here, that I don't want anything back from anyone I might help out. If they wanna throw me a smile or pass it on by helping someone else themselves, that's great.
But, other than that, I just wanna do it. Can't explain it any better'n that.)
(Which, by the way, leads to my next post, which I hope to GAWD someone sees before 7am, which may be a bit more able to happen if I were to go do the danged thing...)
Posted by: Stevie at December 08, 2005 01:04 AM (aPYpn)
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