I slept in today. Like I haven't slept in for a long time. Toffee was alright sleeping in. We were both very happy. But eventually, it's time to get up to pee.
I spent a lot of time today thinking on Geoff. He starts school back at his old community college in late August and it should be two semesters until he has his Associates. He's waiting on one class to be scheduled so he knows what days he will have to be out there.
He had a good interview for a phlebotomy job with a hospital 45 min. west of school. We thought for sure this was all going to click. But the guy is kind of ghosting him. Maybe he's on vacation? I don't know. But Geoff is frustrated.
It's a chess game. We're herding cats.
The thing is, I think we'll have to find him a place to live. There is no way he can commute from here. Every Day.
Fun fact, in case you do not know, Northern Virginia is stupid expensive as a place to live or do anything. Absolutely ridiculous. Studio apartments, 1800 a month. And a one bedroom is 2100 or higher.
Compare to our last house rental in Maryland over the border, 1950 a month. 3 bedrooms, fully fenced yard, great location.
About a year ago, I told him to sign up for a credit card to start building his credit rating. He didn't. He ignored me.
He realizes now that he needs a credit rating if he wants to rent an apartment. He did go to a local bank in person to sign up for an IRA (his last job sent him a check and he wanted to roll it into something new, not tied into a work plan, and Doug was mad at him because he could have done an eTrade thing and Doug would have set him up, but, ..... as usual) and while at the bank he applied for a credit card there.
They rejected him.
Because he doesn't have a job/income. I think he applied for the wrong kind of card. He needs a baby's first credit card.
As many know, since we moved he's been looking for work but unable to find any. Well, any that he wants. He has applied to hundreds of jobs at hospitals, health care centers, etc. Medical lab or phlebotomy. They interview him and pass or they interview him and let him know he does not have enough experience (I guess 2 years at a hospital lab isn't enough) and/or he doesn't have an associates degree.
Even though he's going back to school to get that associates degree.
He has over 20k in his bank account, nice stash there buddy. But even though he has money and can obviously pay bills until he gets the job, no credit card.
It's all a big catch-22. And it is such an incredibly difficult world for kids to hit the launch pad and go. Albeit, and Doug says this, he's had opportunities. If he had applied for a card while he still had the job, he would have been approved. He could get an apartment.
Because he has applied for many jobs and go no jobs he finally contacted a temp agency. They hired him immediately for work. He starts Sunday night.
Doug said to him "why didn't you do that sooner?" And he said he wanted a hospital job. But you could have been working all this time, while you still looked for a hospital job.
Geoff is sometimes very singular minded. I always point this out to Doug that he literally can't do two things at one time a lot of the time.
If he doesn't get the hospital job over in northern Virginia he can do this job for a couple months until it is time for school and quit without guilt.
I just have to admit, I love having him here because he cooks dinner for us just about every night. A few months ago, he went to a concert in Baltimore, and Doug and I didn't have a dinner plan.
"What are we gonna have for dinner?" I asked him.
"I have no idea," he replied.
Without Geoff we'll be eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or soup stock, if we have it in the freezer and remember to defrost it in time.
He also mows our lawn, even though he does kind of a crummy job.
He grocery shops but sometimes has no clue about prices. He buys organic bananas for 1.99 a pound when the "normal" bananas are 80cents. Even though I've taught him how to read the stickers on the shelves at the market to know what the actual price per unit is. Don't buy this tiny bag of dog food, buy the gianormous bag. And also, it isn't like she isn't gonna eat it!
He walks Toffee just about every day.
I want him to launch and be successful but ha. I'm also selfish.
Oh you're making dinner? okay! I'll do the treadmill for 30 minutes! Thanks!
I've said it before, I'll say it again, we'll get it all figured out. No worries. None at all.
Enough about Geoff. What's up with me!
Today I thought I had booked myself a massage therapy appointment. I went over to the office and it turns out I booked it for July 19th. Um no. She asked if I wanted to keep that appointment and I confessed that I sometimes am not sure where I am going to be, I could be out of town that day. So no. Let's cancel it.
I asked if the therapist had any openings today otherwise and she said he was booked, but she had a cancelation for a different therapist, at 6pm. Damn. No. That's late. I'd rather not wait until 6pm.
Sad.
I drove to the market and got some things. Got the makings for some baked meat sauce and shells for when the boys come back on Sunday. I got chicken breasts, and I will make chicken salad and then have something for myself tomorrow. I also have some cluck pucks and there is a surprising amount of nice things in the freezer.
Hmmm. I could eat for a week just off of what we've got!
There's a liquor store next to the market so I grabbed a bottle of wine, and some bubbly for mimosas tomorrow.
My big goal here is to clean tomorrow. Clean and mop. Clean. Clean. Clean. Today I did nothing because I thought I had a massage therapy appointment in the middle of the day. Damn it.
After the market, I did 20 minutes on the treadmill and had attention span fatigue. I had a podcast playing and it was an hour long, I told myself GO TO THE END OF THE EPISODE! and I made it 20 minutes. I called my mom to tell her that her trash pick up day was changing and she had all kinds of questions about why. I don't know, the email just said next week the day is changing so. That's why I'm calling you.
She told me that she went to put the barrel out yesterday (which she is not allowed to do, damn it). I love when she tells on herself. She is impatient with her neighbors, and on Thursdays sometime in the night/evening the barrel goes down. There are 3 houses of people who grab it for her. When she was taking the barrel down, one of her neighbors pulled into his parking space and told her to stop - he'd take it for her.
She knows she is not supposed to do this. She is going to get hurt.
"No one had taken it down yet," she told me, as her justification for doing it.
"What time was it when you went to take it down?" I asked.
"About 1pm."
Are you fucking kidding me, mom. Everyone is at work. And they take care of it after they get home. From work. After like 5 or 6pm.
"I do not understand why you get a hair across your ass if the barrel isn't down there early. They don't come to pick up until like 4pm on Friday, so someone can even grab it for you on Friday mornings. The guys never come in the morning. It is...."
I give up. Oh my GOD woman why are you like this?
For dinner, I got a little experimental. We had a bag of shrimp and it needed to be used, so I found the ingredients in the pantry for a curry. It all came together very nicely. I added in a red pepper (also needed to be used) and a ton of parsley (again, needed to be used). I should have used the whole onion, I used about half. Maybe I could have thrown in some spinach since we have a container and I'm the only one who eats it. And I made one cup of minute rice. Geoff buys Minute Rice. I need to go to the market with him and show him there is better rice. But. This wasn't bad.
I ate half of it, when it is supposed to feed four. HA. take that, shrimps! And someone has a lunch for this week if they want.
I took Toffee for a short walk after dinner. Just about a half mile. She doesn't need a lot but she likes to go. I would have taken her further but my right knee is killing me today. Which is why I wanted the massage. Oh well.
I didn't take a picture today. So. Digits below!
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 20 min/. 11k+ steps by bedtime, Walk 12 min/.5 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
10am: 105
5pm: 124
10:30pm: 107
food & meds:
10am: jardiance + phentermine
11:30am: bowl of plain greek yogurt w/blueberries (to get them out of the fridge before they go bad); teaspoon of splenda
2pm: met+glip
3pm: 2 big celery sticks w/pb
7:15pm: curried shrimp, w/white rice
white wine w/zero sugar cran
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