Had a bit of a relapse with the cold and other crap because for some damned reason January gets me down and all somewhat. Nevermind that the first three days of February are always a triumph on many levels. I escaped from the dying, dreary Midwest which has sadly become Trumpkinland outside the major cities (Chicago, Milwaukee, Minneapolis-St. Paul, St. Louis and Detroit) with the university areas (Madison, Champaign-Urbana). Personally, it was already transforming into or has been ripe such assholes while I lived there. The coronation of St. Reagan is when the tide turned against the New Deal Democrats. I’ll close with this for any Republican reader I may have. It wasn’t wholly the Dems fault for why the Midwest and East became the rust belt, I recall numerous schmucks in my neck of the woods voting against their own interests constantly by electing shitbag Republicans…who screwed them over, cycle after cycle. But hey, they punished all those poor people and added those who elected them to the ranks of the down and out!
However, I think I’ve come full circle in life yet again. I just have forgotten how many times from the ending of 1993 until I got to escape to Austin but currently I’m stuck on pins and needles. UFCU seems to keep finding yet one more question before processing the refinancing loan which will bring me some much needing relief: getting Somara her money, consolidating debt which happened during the transition to one income to maintain Chez Maggi…I’m somewhat fine now but if everything were under fewer payees, then phew!, and proceeding to get this house into shape as my new, tasteful, bachelor home. Nothing gaudy, juvenile and sexist like Boomhauer’s house! A very, nice, tidy, organized, safe place for friends and other types to come over, watch Netflix at or shooting the shit about a favorite book. The other big goal is to make sure the house doesn’t have the lingering stench of two cats using the crapper indoors.
The other element of the circle is just professional boredom. I miss things my original role used to include. Now it’s tedious and frustrating. The special assignment I’m on remains pretty cool but it will come to an end inevitably. The billion-dollar question is what else can I do within or without my employer who I think squanders talent unless its wiling to relocate to an unaffordable section of California.
Let’s see how it all shakes out. The new mortgage will provide the breathing room I’ve needed as soon as Somara moved out. At least matters with another person I’ve been socializing with have been pretty sweet, she enjoys my humor.