Sometimes I have a hard time making phone calls. I just dread the conversation. When the kids were little, I waited until my husband came home and made him call the babysitter. I don’t know why. I blame it on being an introvert.
So, when I started complaining about the cost of Comcast about last November (that’s 6 months ago if you’re counting, my son-in-law suggested that I call them and tell them I was going to cancel, and he assured me that they would not let that happen; they would move heaven and earth to get me to stay. Good idea I thought. But I didn’t call, just berated myself for. To having the guts to make the call.
So, today, I thought, “enough is enough” and made the call. When you tell the machine that you want to leave, you are sent to a special person in the solutions department. I told him my dilemma. (I said I was retired now and just couldn’t afford it and so wanted to cancel). He right away offered me the “triple play” which they have been calling me about for a year. You have to have phone service to get the triple play and I don’t want a landline. This was a savings of about $15. I simply said, that just isn’t enough. Well, long story longer, I ended up with a plan that was about $60 cheaper per month than my current plan. He just kept finding one more discount, gave me a new modem and a new DVR. In case you haven’t done the math $60 for 6 months, actually 7 because it takes a month to get the new price, is $420. That’s a high cost for giving in to being uncomfortable.
How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.
Syracuse, New York
Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City , Kansas
Omaha , Nebraska
back to Kansas City, Kansas
back to Amarillo, Texas
back to Dallas, Texas
Salt lake City, Utah
back to Dallas, Texas
University Park, Texas
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
What type of music relaxes you the most?
Enya, so I guess alternative
If you could instantly become fluent in another language, what would that language be and why?
French, because I think it’s such a beautiful language
If you could fly or breathe under water what would you prefer?
I would fly, for sure. Can you just imagine floating up above it all, being able to see our beautiful world from above? Maybe I would go down to Crater Lake
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I hadn’t seen my 2 year old grandson in a week, because I’d been sick, and when I walked in last week I got the biggest smile, he ran to me for a hug and kiss, walked away and ran back for some more love from Ama. Can’t beat it. This week I’m looking forward to seeing my good friends Wednesday at my place. One of us is having a hard time, and it will be good to be together to support her.
I’m excited! I just signed up for a class on FutureLearn on fiction writing. It starts on April 28. I can’t wait. I hope it’s not too,advanced for me. It’s supposed to be centered on character development. Anybody want to join me?
On a clear day
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Spring has returned.
The bud opens.
The goddess Brigit spreads her favor.
The lovers embrace. Youth, energy, passion.
Life happens and love falls aside. Hair grays, muscles slacken, life takes it’s toll.
Wisdom replaces youth, energy gives way to patience and passion mellows.
The lovers reunite and blossom.
Life’s full circle
[weekly writing challenge: fifty]. (http://http//dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/)
Solitude is a state I know well. Especially since December of 2012 when I retired. I believe that I would spend 90% of my time in my apartment if it wasn’t for how much I love my daughter and my grandson. I spend 3 days a week at her home caring for Logan, my grandson. It is what keeps me from focusing too much on myself and how “lonely” I am. It makes sense that if you are lonely, you go out and find someone, but for me it’s just too hard sometimes to go out. I keep thinking that if only I knew why it was so hard, that I could fix it.
Most days I just want to get up, fix a cup of tea, and be alone. The trouble with that, at least for me, is that solitude brings with it depression. So I find reasons to get out and do things. Even though I don’t want to leave the apartment, even if my heart rate goes up just thinking about it.
I’m visiting a glass fusing studio every week, learning how to fuse glass. Once I’m there I’m fine. The people who run the place, and the other students, are very nice. Once in awhile I get someone who really wants to chat, so then I come home early. I’m also involved as a volunteer with an art group here in Portland. Again, I’m working with just a few people, and they are all really nice, so that works. And the work I do for them is typically something I can do here at home.
Honestly, I consider my need for solitude as a form of a prison. My closest friend actually gets energy from spending time with other people. I wish that I was like that, but I’m not, so I accept that. So my life is spent thankful that the people I love find ways to get me out of the house, and a little resentful that I have to leave my safe haven. And a little scared of admitting all of this out loud.