Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Okay, So Now What?

                                                             Frozen Peach Melba

        If given the chance I will procrastinate until the last nanosecond before a deadline. Fortunately, I'm not given many opportunities to do so. I don't procrastinate with the household accounts too much though. I'm usually one of those that pays his bills when they come in if I'm able to do so, but some I let slide around in the grace period, if one is given. I do this a lot with the car insurance and cell phone - don't know why, I just do. Today, I girded my loins for fiscal battle and took a look at Z-girl's college account just to see what exactly I owed the college after all the grants, aid, and scholarships had finally cleared. I could have found this out a month ago, but I was given a Sept.1 deadline before penalties began to be incurred, so I pushed it out of my mind in order to purely enjoy the college entrance experience unfettered by a looming bill. I took a look and it wasn't too bad. My anxiety is a few notches lower. Oddly, the college bill for one semester is about what I paid for an entire year back when I was plugging away at my BA degree. Without my employee tuition discount and sundry scholarship offerings there'd be no way I could afford this school.

Mandevilla Vine

      So I'm now a partial empty nester. And its okay. In fact, it's pretty nice being alone. I'm sure I'll get lonely, and God knows what I'll do once I get everything in the house Just The Way I Want It, but for now it's no different than when I lived on my own back in the day. Being alone doesn't necessarily translate into loneliness. My satisfaction with my semi-independence from my kid blunts any feelings I have about having someone else by my side. That'll change later, I'm sure, but for now it's cool to putter around on my days off, doing what I want in my own time and in my own way. This weekend I spent four hours watching "Hell On Wheels" on Netflix and another couple hour session watching some movies I've been meaning to see. What decadence. Then I went OCD on my basement work bench organizing tools and setting up a section for messing about with computers along with another section for other hobby possibilities. I have an un-assembled radio controlled plane a co-worker gave me because he had some medical issues and lost the ability to concentrate on minutiae for any length of time. I have no idea about building the thing, but it'll be fun screwing it up. I'm going to upgrade my PC so I can play this large backlog of games I've purchased on Steam.com over the years with the intention of eventually playing them. It's been so long since I purchased the games that my desktop PC needs some semi-major overhauling to get things up to snuff for game play. I could buy another, newer PC, but what would be the fun in that?

        And then there's the luxury of having uninterrupted time to write. No having to stop and make a meal or help with homework or run errands. Last night I was up until 2 messing about with a movie review and outlining a short story project. Raising Z-girl alone through the last of junior high and high school took a major bite out of my writing habits. As a writer, I've grown sloppy, lazy, rusty and no good. Luckily I still have the basic tools so now I just have to regain the discipline and somehow find my old mojo. It shouldn't be hard. Maybe. At least I have time. Or should I say, I think I have time.

Bois Blanc Island, MI - Lake Huron 1982


Aug. 28th, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC)
My older brother did the same - we all had to pay our own way through college and he was one that was always looking for an angle around things. He joined the Army for the college benefits and ended up staying in for 20 years because he fell in love with the military life. He paid nothing for his degree. Other than his time in the service, that is.
Aug. 28th, 2012 09:09 pm (UTC)
I was lucky, in a way, that my father died just before I started college. It made me eligible for Social Security until I finished, plus something called the Basic Educational Opportunity Grant, although Nixon ended that one sometime during my junior year. I worked part-time throughout school, but at least I never had to depend on loans or work full-time.