Hey, remember me? It’s been a weird couple of months. Sorry for the long writing… TLDR version: Lost my job, painted my house, PWAISDN irritated, lost my dog.
Late May, I had a meeting with my manager, and could tell right off something was amiss. Sure enough, I was one of several whose jobs were eliminated. Not the kind of news you want at 8 AM, or any other time, really. Only good thing is I’m actually still employed by the company and being paid to do nothing through next April due to my twenty years with them. It’s severance, rather than furlough. If I can find a new position with them, my years of service, health insurance, 401(k) and pension, etc. carry on as if nothing happened.
I’ve been using the free time to do some projects I’ve had no time to do. I finally got sick of the pukey almost sorta crappy khaki that my house was, and at the cost of an unexpected amount of back pain and $500 for the paint, it’s now a color that I like. I now live in the very BLUE! house on the street.
Making some leather stuff was on the list - remember the red leather coat Kurt Russell wore as Santa in the Christmas Chronicles? I’m making two of them. In a “You get what you pay for” sort of thing, you can buy similar coats online for about $200. Be very afraid! I buy leather from the warehouse at wholesale cost, and it was a touch over $500 for two coats’ worth, and that’s without the lining, trim, or labor. I’ve made the pattern and a “muslin” so far to see how it fits before I slice into the real stuff.
PWAISDN is trying to move to a new salon space. It’s in a new “suites” building where there’s about thirty private spaces of various sizes for stylists, barbers, nail techs, etc. to rent. The completion date for the building keeps getting pushed out - he was expecting to be up and running on June 1. Maybe it will be August 15? Who knows? He really wants to get out of the current salon before it collapses and the ground swallows it up.
Last Friday, I get out of bed. Normally, my dog follows me so I can let him outside. He didn’t follow me, which wasn’t entirely abnormal for him, so I opened the patio door anyway. I turn around and see him on a dog bed in the living room. He doesn’t move, and I soon discover he died in his sleep. Best guess is heart failure/cardiac arrest as he was OK the night before, and ten years is fairly young as chihuahuas go. 