I've been away. I 'm back.
I took a position at a hospital. they wanted me to lead the neurological department but I opted for janitor instead.
It's been 9 months. I'm okay with it. I'm good at what I do and they appreciate me. I see a lot of legitimate drama. Families in distress. babies being born. It's a good fit for my skills. I've got my dad/handyman thing happening plus my years of caring for Maria have given me insight into the needs of sick and disabled people. I think I'm fairly empathetic, at least for a rough outdoor kinda guy, My job doesn't call for me to deal with patients, I take out the trash, but i have a lot of contact with them and their families in the hallways and elevators, and when I'm called in to clean up some bloody mess.
In other news. After years of desperation my financial road has smoothed out a bit. I'm paying my bills and I'm also taking a four day trip into the wilderness next week. For those that know me that's "my thing". It's been nine months since I last went and that's way to long. I'm going to go check out the crocodiles. They don't congregate in the summer like they do later in the year but
I'll perhaps see a few. It's a short trip but it will be nice to get away. I have the big adventure planned for after Christmas.
My personal life? I don't have one. It's been 5 years since Maria passed away. I should be dating someone. My job is full of beautiful, intelligent women. Many of them have shown interest. I don't know what's wrong. I've got no game. Or maybe more to the point, I don't have the heart to play games. I'm not going to over think it. The blind could see I need to get laid. :O)
My two "adult" children are away. They went to Orlando for the weekend. I'm alone in the house for the first time in ...22 years? I exaggerate. I say adult but at 22 and 18 I'm going to be worrying.
Yep, Saturday night, day off tomorrow. I guess I'll mop the floor.