Sixty and feeling it

I haven’t written for months.  I am trying to visit my brother’s blog site and can’t seem to access it anymore.  What a drag.

I’m still jobless and starting to feel useless.  I get interviews but no job offers.  For every 20 jobs I apply for I get one or two interviews.  I truly don’t know what will happen if something doesn’t turn up soon.  I have no money and no prospects.  The longer I’ve gone without working the less picky I’ve become.  I just want a decent job.  I can’t do just anything, but I’ve been applying mostly for receptionist jobs and even though I’m overqualified for them, I can’t seem to snag one.  Not that I’ve given up–no, I won’t do that.  Something will come along sooner or later.  In the meantime I can keep trying to get temp jobs at ACT.  Although nothing going on there until the 26th of April. 

My grandchildren continue to be the biggest joy in my life.  I truly think that is what keeps me from just going into a deep depression.  I am depressed, but when they are around I am happy and I interact with them as much as possible.  It is such a joy watching them grow and learn.

My grandson has a wonderful imagination and is very creative.  He likes to draw and make things with his Legos.  He also loves music and sings a lot. I love to hear him, he sounds so sweet.  He is very ornery and 100% boy, and I couldn’t love him more.  He owns a big part of my heart.

My granddaughter is entering into her terrible twos.  She was so loving to me and now she isn’t so much.  Oh, she’ll hug me once in awhile, but not like she used to and she doesn’t give out the kisses so much anymore.  She is learning new words and of course it is very fun to hear her vocalize her thoughts.   She lights up the room and her smile is so pretty.  She is getting very tall and slimming down somewhat.  I couldn’t love her more if I’d have given birth to her myself.  She gets all the love and devotion I would have given a daughter.

Well, my thoughts are pretty much down to nil.  Oh, I did finally finish, “The Lost Symbol.”  It was good, but “Angels and Demons” is still my favorite Dan Brown book.

Until next time . . . . .

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