A Rough Time

We've been going through a rough patch lately. Between Ken losing his job seven months ago and my and Mom's health scares, it seems that each week has brought some new challenge. We're holding up well, though. Of course, Miss Moo makes it all seem rather unimportant. Kids can do that, I've found.

Ken and I both thought he would have found a job by now. It certainly isn't for lack of trying. He's on the computer every day looking at job sites, posting resumes and getting contact info. And he's getting calls...only they only seem to be coming from people who want him to pay them for a job. Wha??? Oh sure, I'll give you $3,000 that we can't afford to spend right now in the hopes of making $100,000 in the next year. I can't believe how much of that is out there.

Mom seems to be in better spirits after meeting with her surgeon. She's using the same surgeon my Dad had a few years back for his cancer surgery. Mom trusts the Doc, and when she heard that there should be little chance of a tumor coming back after this one was removed, well, she calmed down considerably. She'll be on a rapid course of radiation, which sounds kind of scary to me. But it will only last five days. Then, of course, there's five years of meds and exams after that. Much better than the alternative, though!

I'm in training this week, so I'm out of the loop at work. It's been uncomfortable, because when I check e-mail at night, it seems like stuff kind of blew up. Not systems, just work...Suddenly there are people questioning things and looking for things. I felt I had it all battened down before leaving... I hate that unsettled feeling. I'd rather be at the office just taking care of things. But I am so thankful to have the opportunity to take the training, I am certainly not complaining. And it is a good class. It's one of those that shows me just how little I know...just how many opportunities for improvement I'm missing.

If I keep up with this Blog-thing, I may go into more detail...who knows.

Miss Moo went down tonight with no problems. She keeps making me sing Christmas carols before bedtime. She got a song book for Christmas, you know one of those that you push a button and some tinny-sounding music comes out? When she found out there were words with the music, she was delighted. So, I get to sing carols about five times a week. It's really hard to stay in a foul mood when you're singing 'O Little Town of Bethlehem'. :-)