I thought of maybe making one last post just in case I get the 'vid, because if I do I am a goner, and I will probably take my older brother and my elderly mother with me on the way out. I am very mad because everything in my life was going swimmingly: my job was firing on all cylinders, and yes I was hoping they would maybe move me back out to California, but I can only assume now that it's not happening, so I was going to just pick a place and move my meager belongings there. Places I knew I could afford with what I am making now... Dallas, for sure, I wouldn't mind living there again. Portland Oregon may be a bit of a stretch, but I have given up comics... still, a bit expensive now, no matter how much I loved it there. My brother and a former work mate assures me that I would enjoy Denver, which was on the list but aside from the airport I've never been there. BUT everything I've read about it makes me consider it, and it IS doable on this salary now.
Then this fucking virus came to and fucked all that shit up. Move across country? Not for a year now, thanks. Maybe I can rent at Kelly's house in Louisville (with the GOD-FIBER-INTERNET), but moving out of state... when I might be needed to help take care of Mom if my older brother is exposed during one of his shifts at the hospital... to convince her stubborn ass to pack it up and move to Kelly's local house with me...
Pretty much I had a big balloon with the words "DREAM LIFE" printed on it, and it's been popped, and instead of exploding with glitter and confetti, it exploded with ectoplasm and diarrhea and potato bugs all over my face, leaving me with three seconds to blink, stare into the camera, and scream MOTHERFUCKSHITCUNT.
Sorry, that was a very lazy portmanteau-ish attempt at swearing to show my frustration. I needed out of here. Away from family obligations. Back on my own. And now I will almost be 50 before I am out of KY again.
The good thing is, the bosses at work are happy with me, and accept the ridiculous situations I have to deal with, like emergencies with mom, or almost getting in a car wreck because ducks were crossing the road, or The Night The Cows Were Loose, when a fallen tree took an electrified fence down with it and a family of spooked cows gathered on Hatcher's Creek Road, blocking me from getting to the studio.
And of course there are the wild turkeys.
Not the booze. Just, turkeys, in the wild. Not the plump meat baskets you find at Kroger, but svelte, sooty-winged avians that tread the earth like men, stalking, always stalking... sometimes you find a loner, feathers slickened from rain and shining like a leather jacket, but they usually run for safety.
Sometimes you find a gang. And they were not scared of us before, and seem less so now. Basically, avoid doing a Jets vs Sharks thing when you find a cluster of turkeys, they are mean fuckers.
So I guess I will just continue on. Work is happy with me, and has always understood that my schedule will be weird as long as I am here in the KY sticks with family. I'm being very fairly paid now. I was just ONE MONTH from being completely out of debt, when I could start saving up and studying locations and apartments and moving in June. Guess I am here for a bit longer. Will finish Doom Eternal this week. Maybe buy Animal Crossing? I am not sure I have enough friends to make that work. I will just relax.
I wish pot was legal here.