Some dickhead shot up one of our local malls Friday night, killing five. The motive remains hazy, but it wasn't some international terrorist. Just apparently some crackpot with a rifle who went around the bend at the Macy's makeup counter. We went by the mall today and it remained closed. Welcome to the US in 2016.
On the other end of the spectrum, we cruised up the highway about 20 miles and saw Canada yesterday. It's a simple border crossing we hope to take advantage of in the coming months, since Vancouver is less than 50 miles away. We are actually closer to Vancouver than downtown Seattle, which is an hour.if traffic is right. My sincere hope is we don't have to see this same border crossing as a bridge to political sanity next year. I hope I'm right in my feeling the Trumpsters aren't really as close as some polls make it seem. I'm hoping most voters silently see what a serious nutjob he is and will vote accordingly. It appears our Founding Fathers made the right choice with this Electoral College thing. I certainly have no great trust in nor admiration for Hillary Clinton -- but she's the only candidate with a resume appropriate for the job. . She is certainly the nation's most investigated political figure of the past 30 years and she has remained clean despite the nearly constant clamor. I'm hoping it's enough.
Speaking of resumes, I've got an interview Tuesday with the Haggen grocery folks. It's an upscale regional grocery outfit with a lot in common with my former employment at Rouse's. Kim and I have enjoyed working together at Columbia Place, but some recent changes have taken the shine away. I've been enjoying the three-day work week and we've had plenty of creative freedom while working within the budget. But the hiring of a second cook to handle the other four days has brought with it a huge increase in spending that threw the budget out of whack. In turn, this has us under pressure to produce a lower quality product AND could change my schedule to a four-day week with two of them being half-days. This is going to increase our gasoline costs without raising income, as well as meaning I no longer get four days in a row away from work every week. It's the kind of thing I hate to gripe about, since I'm employed and I'm fortunate to be in such a part-time position with other income. But it also isn't the deal I signed on for, and it's due mainly to the fact the other cook is unable to handle any kind of pressure. She's "exhausted" after three days, yadda yadda. Know what? Sounds to me like she doesn't need to be in a commercial kitchen anymore. What we do isn't exactly St. Charles Avenue on Mardi Gras Day (BTDT) or The French Quarter during JazzFest (that too) or running your own restaurant on Magazine St. (yep).
Housing remains something of an issue. We're still in Stu and Lily's basement and chances are shrinking we'll be out in early October. It's not that we can't afford rent. Matter of fact, rent is more affordable now than at any point since we left New Orleans -- and that's just with my income. The main issue is tight supply -- there are like ten applicants for every reasonably priced apartment. We're still in Chapter 7 bankruptcy for a few more weeks, and most property managers won't even talk to us until that's discharged. We can front a deposit and a month's rent, but deposit plus first AND last is An Issue. Oddly, I am also making just slightly too much money for some of the new 55+ places, which don't allow incomes above like $32K. We'll find a place, but I get impatient. At least we're lucky enough to be able to afford someplace decent. It's just a question of timing.
Kim hasn't even gotten a callback on any of her job applications. I have no idea why, since the resume looks good to me and any gaps are explained. I don't get it. It's one thing to get an interview and not the job. It's quite another when no one calls back at all. Weird.
The main issues I'm dealing with these days are internal, and have mainly to do with my own impatience to get settled in our own place again. I can't cook, read, meditate or rediberate properly if I feel like I'm horning in on someone else's space. On the one hand, life has been pretty sublime in a lot of ways since we got up here. I don't think I've ever had an easier time finding a paycheck, and that's pretty cool for a 62-year-old longhaired reprobate like me. Basically, sometimes I need to just get over myself.
For the first time in too long awhile, we can go to the store and buy pretty much what we want (within reason) and still be able to afford some unexpected things like car repair if need be. For now, at least, we've got back that ace in the hole we used to have.
It'll all work out. It always does.