Another Day in the Life of the Unemployed, or, unrealized childhood dreams

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This morning I called the unemployment office help desk, thinking I'd lost my PIN, needed to claim benefits on their little phone system. Even though I haven't gotten the final word about whether or not I'm even eligible for them, I'm supposed to call anyway, and keep an active account. I found the PIN right after requesting they send me a new copy of it. D'oh. Since it's Tuesday and my SSN is odd, I will have to wait to request benefits tomorrow. Okay, whatever.

Today, I've mostly spent the day doing laundry. Fun. Let's ammend that. Today I've mostly spent the day doing s4's laundry. I believe I'm on load four or five and there's one bag left to go, but I'm out of quarters. I'm not sure if I'm gunning for sainthood, merely neurotic about my wish to see our bedroom floor again sometime before I die, or procrastinating doing something more productive, like working on music or my Americorps application. Likely a bit of all three. Because I take the laundry from our third floor apartment to the basement, and I've forgotten to bring along proper change twice, it can almost count as exercise. Almost. We changed around our bedroom furniture. We're not really sure yet, but we think we like it better.



So, I get all of these ideas in my head about things that I should try to pursue when I don't have a job. My latest crazy brainstorms find me wanting to be around horses again, possibly as a camp counselor or something like that. I don't know how practical that is, or how qualified I am to do anything that or how difficult it would be to become so, but damnit, my inner five to fifteen year old is really mad that I don't ride anymore. A lot of you are probably unaware that my geeky, electronic music makin', city dwellin', punk rock listnen', sci-fi readin' self was a total girly horse freak.. I loved horses more than anything, once upon a time. I loved them more than music. I went to horse camp every year. I wanted nothing else for years but to have one. I looked in the classified ads every week when I was maybe only eight, thought I might be able to save my allowance enough to buy one. We lived a block away from a huge alfalfa field, I daydreamed I could keep one there. That was before I really knew that boarding probably costs considerably more than my rent. Maybe it's why I ended up getting the motorcycle; it's the closest urban analog I have. Mom thought I outgrew it, too, but really, I just ran out of money (I had to pay for my own lessons), I couldn't get myself there, and it was something my Mom always was vocal about despising that I did it. The only reason I could, I think, is that my childhood best friend's mother used to own one, and was supportive of us taking lessons together. We lost touch around eighth grade. They're rich and have their own stables now. I'd started my forays into being a band geek, and the rest is history.
I'd love to have these two rather wildly differing parts of my personality live nicely together (latent girly horse freak and artsy geeky freaky city girl), and I really don't know how. Bleh.

Comments

[dangerdhotrod.livejournal.com]

when i lived in the country growing up my sister got a horse and then that horse had a baby! (the people who sold it didn't know so it was a super deal)

i would ride with my sister and liked going out and looking at the horses. i was pretty little so didn't ride alone too often but i thought they were awesome.

one time they got out because the gate was left open and i was home alone and didn't know what to do. So I got a box of sugar cubes and made a trail that led back inside the pasture. it worked!

i would dig on going riding too - count me in. fer shure.

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Awesome! You can be a City Girl Horse Freak too!