As the inheritance starts to dwindle away and the bills slowly get paid off I’m in this position of what to do next. I need a job. Do I go back to the insanity of fast paced or the mundane of slow paced? Do I listen to the women who brought my bakery down and because of bad advice I went bankrupt or do I trust women to give me insight into what’s a great place to work even if it comes with a big cost? I don’t know.

I found AI. Seriously. My 61st birthday was two days ago and my elbow hurts. I need to get it drained. I don’t have health insurance so I’m applying for jobs that offer health insurance so I can get my elbow fixed, my teeth fixed and new glasses. Art as a job? Sure, why not?

I don’t have a family on either side and I’m okay with that because who needs family – they’re just going to backstab you when they get the chance and then what? You’ll be dead inside as much as on the outside. Foreshadowing is sometimes more obvious than you think.

I’m back to square one. Looking for a job. Part time. Weekends. Doing WHATEVER. I don’t even care. It’s Sunday, the Mrs is at work and I’m in my PJ’s writing drivel on my website that no one reads. I’ll post some AI to make people mad and then off to Youtube to watch videos, make some stuff for my subscribers and then lots of video games. Maybe I’ll do the dishes, clean the living room, move furniture around, and organize files before i make more greeting cards. Yup I make greeting cards that don’t sell. Yippee for me.

Well, here’s to my birthday weekend, bland apple pie and tepid coffee with creamer. May you life be filled with joy, delight and lots and lots of muscle men.

~MM