Long Time No Post

One might take my blogging silence for a failure to live up to my New Year’s resolution to write every day. And you would be more right than wrong – but not entirely right. I would, however, like to point out my wild success in living up to my other resolutions.

This Wayward Princess has been quite busy. After being in Portland for about a week I ended up with both my “real” job at Oregon Business Magazine (16 hours a week) and a temp job with a CPA’s office (29 hours a week.) Then there is also my commitment to doing the Chico Wildflower Century Ride April 22nd (a 100-mile bike ride) which takes me to the gym or on a road ride most days of the week. So I’m doing pretty well with those resolutions to get a job and do the century ride. Throw in the fact that I’m a vagrant, vagabond itinerant with no home of my own (I’ve been bouncing between house sitting gigs and staying with family) and it makes for a rather long, busy day with not much time for writing.

Most days I wake up at 5-something and leave for the gym around 6:15. I work from 8-12 at OBM, take an itty-bitty break and hop a bus to another part of time so I can work at the CPA’s from 1-7. I catch another bus at the end of that and get home around 7:30.

There isn’t really any time in my day to go the grocery store, do laundry, take care of bills or any of the other “must dos” in life let alone maintain the old blog. I am, however, writing occasionally. I get an official 15-minute break in the afternoons and try to write in my journal. Sometimes I have to return phone calls or deal with personal business, but even though I’ve not been writing daily I have been writing regularly. I’ve even been feeling the stirring of poetry inside me again. Spring time and challenging situations tend to do that to me. Take the current springing of spring and through in a serious lack of Christopher in my day to day and we’ve got the makings for all sorts of poetical stirrings.

It isn’t so bad though. It is more working hours than I really was looking for and the temp job is pretty mind numbing, but it pays well for a temp job, is only for five more weeks and keeps me busy so I don’t miss my Christopher too much. Or at least don’t have enough time to reflect on missing him. After nearly two years of not working much, sometimes not working at all, I think I can handle a few weeks of working too much. It helps to think of each hour I am working as being that much more that I can contribute to our slowly growing “house-fund” savings account. Almost makes the job exciting even.

And now for the totally random segment of our post:

There are these city workers downtown who are either security/police types or clean the streets, bus stops and other such public places. They are part of the “Safe & Clean” crew and have this title plastered all over their uniforms and just about every piece of equipment they have. One of the “Safe & Clean” fellows was washing the plexi-glass sides of a bus stop shelter and as he was doing a man with a dog walked by and the dog peed on the garbage bin that was serving as Mr. Safe & Clean’s container for his buckets, squeegees, sponges, cleaners, etc. I found the irony quite amusing.

I guess that is about all for now. Not very thrilling or exciting or informative, but hey, at least I posted so you don’t think I’ve slunk into the dark recesses of a sewer or anything. Oh, and here is a picture of me and my Christopher cooking at my brother's apartment the other weekend when he came up to Portland.