The new order of things, working seven days a week, brings a new meaning to being tired on some days. Tired is okay as long as it doesn’t turn to fatigue it’s all good. The extra money has been handy for things like heating oil, fixing the van and groceries. We didn’t quite break even last month but were a lot closer than we have been in a long time and with any luck, if I can hold off heating until the third week of October, we might make the turn to being back in black. It’s amazing to me that it requires two jobs and seven days a week for someone who is debt free to break even.
Last weekend I spent some time with the owner of the art supply store that I’m working at part time and we had a good talk about life, the universe and everything. At one point he was telling a story about a woman he knew, and didn’t much care for, who went in to hospital on a Friday and was dead by Sunday. It turned out she had been terminally ill, knew it, and told no one. He didn’t think much of that approach and was a little surprised when I defended her. We went back and forth on it, but the upshot is that neither of us changed our minds.
I’m in her corner because I think it’s the right call. Worrying the people you care for, and take care of, doesn’t make any sense because there’s nothing they can do about it. A few years before Lynn got sick I had to visit the hospital for some tests. I told Lynn they were routine follow ups for elevated blood sugar, but the tests were a little more involved than that. She could not have benefited in any way from knowing what tests were being done or why. As it turned out it was all a false alarm. Talking about it would only have made a simple situation into a complicated one. No point in doing that – regardless of the results it would have been my new normal. We acclimate to our situations whatever they may be or become.
Seven days a week is the new normal, but I still get stat days so there will be breaks this month, December and January. In the meantime, when I can, I’m still making art.