It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be yo! Sure, you get to do rad shit like stay up late, have pancakes for dinner and eat M&M’s for breakfast… and no one to tell you NO! Hell yeah. But with great privilege also comes dun dun dun! Responsibility.
The family and I have been patiently waiting for our medical insurance to kick in and it finally did! WOO! All three of us have been appointment scheduling and attending machines just to make sure that we are all in tip-top, aware and tending to things we need to tend to. It honestly has me a little preoccupied but I am glad it is getting out of the way.
In the past week it was blood draws, squeezes, pokes and the dreaded under the hood inspection. You can imagine the hilarity when I saw my new Gyno and he looked like a dude from Right Said Fred but with a South African accent. Nice guy! But I won’t lie, I was thinking “I’m a model, you know what I mean? On the catwalk, on the catwalk…”
Today I went to the optometrist to have my oversized peepers checked out. All of a sudden I am squinting far more than I should be. Not a good sign when I am playing with razor blades for my craft endeavors. Sure enough, I need frames. The prescription isn’t too bad but definitely will help me out. And of course, now Josh gets to fulfill his librarian fantasies.
I’m sweating balls cause Reza is having oral surgery next week to have a baby tooth removed. The thing has reached shark tooth, hillbilly status and it’s time. The poor girl is terrified of needles so we will see how it goes. Wish us luck!
So on top if all this medical malarkey, we have been dealing with the inevitability that it is time to let our car go. This is how it always is… the minute you pay it off, it starts heading down slowly to the ever so expensive car graveyard. We just cannot have that, especially when we only have one car. The last time we bought was when Reza was born and holy shit have car prices gone up! Not looking forward to having to deal with smarmy ass car salesmen. Vultures, the lot of them. What to get and that isn’t going to be an arm and a leg? We shall see where we end up.
I have been making it a point to volunteer more at Reza’s school, be it with class aid or helping do why they’re calling a “weekly scrub down”. After school the parents have been coming in to help wipe down the classroom and you would not believe the FILTH that was last week. Dust bunnies galore. School custodians/janitors do the minimum and based on what I saw/wiped down, they clearly don’t do any wiping down. Sounds awful but I don’t mind it. See it this way: you better believe I reached for the anti-bacterial spray and did some cootie annihilation. The less presents Reza brings home, the better.
Also, I hadn’t mentioned it but I reached out to a local feline rescue program and am going to be volunteering at the local animal shelter once a week to clean up, play with, socialize and photograph the kitties waiting to be adopted. I am really looking forward to it and hope that my services can be of good use. I know all it took was a photo to convince us to get 2 cats instead of 1…. and I am so glad it did cause Gomez was our dark horse. I start this week.
I have been taking care of all these odds and ends and some things have kind of fallen to the wayside… Like my sketchbook! Sad times but I have to focus on some real life shit. I do have some pieces that will be showing at the Bats Day: Haunted Mansion Icons event in May. I can’t share them but that is where my headspace has been. I can’t wait for you guys to see these pretties.
Being a grown up isn’t all that it’s cut out to be man. But hey, I take it as it comes even though I do get a little stressed out. Shit could always be worse! I could be in NJ, shoveling snow and suffering from another yearly session of S.A.D. – CA has been lovely to me like you have no idea. Or maybe you do.
Health shit really stresses me out which is totally counterproductive. Between my Dr and the Tibetan medicine guy, I got the “exercise more” talks. It is the root to a lot of my maladies…. It’s so hard you guys. I don’t talk about it much cause I don’t do the pity party thing but on the same token, it is nice to have some support. Hard to have that when none of your friends are within immediate proximity. Needless to say I am 9 months away from my 40th birthday and I really would like to be in a better place health wise, emotionally, even. I just don’t care to go down the “preachy as fuck” route that people have been getting on the minute they hit health kicks. It’s not me and truth be told, the only reason I am even putting it here is for a little bit of accountability. I have some work to do.
Oh yeah! And I signed up for a lino carving/printmaking class next month. Been wanting to take a class in like, FOREVER and it’s finally happening. I cannot wait to get some better techniques under my belt.
LOTS going on and excuse my e-abscence. It’s all for good reason though and as always, I am gathering things to share and say here.
Thanks for hanging in there with me and reading the massive post that has no pictures… everyone hates posts without photos so here! Have a pointless sunset that has nothing to do with this shit whatsoever.