Television and phone cancelled. Vet notified of move and new contact info as well as the new homes. I think I'll go back to bed for a bit and nap. I was awake again at 3a despite meds.
I cannot wait until a week from Saturday. What a present that will be.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Unemployment Commish of NC
SUCKS!
That helps a teeny bit. Teeeeeny tiny.
I applied at the end of December - not even the very end. I have jumped through every hoop, gone to their website every week, filled out and returned every form, emailed, answered the phone the TWO times they called to address my concern and confusion as to why I was constantly turned down when I was fired without cause (nothing like 19 billion dollars of debt to make a company downsize - but they really should start with the guys at the top - or the HR folks who couldn't be bothered to communicate with the Commission), and yet - I still got a form to fill out today asking me if my circumstances had changed.
A form they need in their bureaucratic paws by 2/18/2011 or I'm not getting a cent. I have news for you all - I haven't gotten a cent from them and they sure have spent a lot of taxpayer money making sure of that.
I need some liquid assets and I need to get out of this empty (nearly - the auction folks came a week early and are FAST) house that is no longer my home or I'm going to go nuts.
I can't even make any more pottery because it would have to be mailed to me. I gave Lori the rest of my phoenix and my alphabet stone stamps (forgive me Chris). She used them more than I did and I will miss her and Sertoma.
Randy said that I will find no shortage of studios in Florida. When I again have time to push mud around.
I also picked up my portrait. The eyes are a bit close, but it's otherwise lovely. What do you think?
That helps a teeny bit. Teeeeeny tiny.
I applied at the end of December - not even the very end. I have jumped through every hoop, gone to their website every week, filled out and returned every form, emailed, answered the phone the TWO times they called to address my concern and confusion as to why I was constantly turned down when I was fired without cause (nothing like 19 billion dollars of debt to make a company downsize - but they really should start with the guys at the top - or the HR folks who couldn't be bothered to communicate with the Commission), and yet - I still got a form to fill out today asking me if my circumstances had changed.
A form they need in their bureaucratic paws by 2/18/2011 or I'm not getting a cent. I have news for you all - I haven't gotten a cent from them and they sure have spent a lot of taxpayer money making sure of that.
I need some liquid assets and I need to get out of this empty (nearly - the auction folks came a week early and are FAST) house that is no longer my home or I'm going to go nuts.
I can't even make any more pottery because it would have to be mailed to me. I gave Lori the rest of my phoenix and my alphabet stone stamps (forgive me Chris). She used them more than I did and I will miss her and Sertoma.
Randy said that I will find no shortage of studios in Florida. When I again have time to push mud around.
I also picked up my portrait. The eyes are a bit close, but it's otherwise lovely. What do you think?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Whew
I rented a storage space yesterday and sold the sewing machine and gave away the dress form, the good scratching post and a couple pieces of pottery. These went to a good friend and very sweet person who was afraid she was taking avantage since all I charged her for was the sewing machine.
I gave another couple who found themselves in my position over a year ago (before they moved here) all of my house plants. Maybe when I start my household up again in a new place I can find a kind soul giving away green living joy.
The stagers come tomorrow morning early, the woman who owns the auction house will follow and if the stagers think it's best I'll be selling everything to facilitate the new flooring and they'll stage with the furniture they use just for that purpose. If this is the case? I may be in Florida very soon, at the very latest by the end of the month. I'll have my mail forwarded and give the realtor power of attorney so I don't have to return for closing and once my address truly has changed I can apply for unemployment in Florida. IF I am still looking.
At this point I am only keeping my bed, grandma's chair (and the ottoman), dresser and bedside table, a wicker trunk, family pictures, a few pieces for the kitchen and I suppose anything the auction will not take. I am even going to bring the stereo equipment and speakers back from storage for auction.
This stupid exercise bike is killing me - I have the darn thing down to $50 and still no takers - and it's a recumbent magnetic thing than normally runs $400. Maybe I'm supposed to take it.
I have to remember to leave room for the wardrobe boxes. I always forget the space they take up. I am hoping I only have to ask Heather to drive a huge van - or the smallest truck.
My legs are covered in bruises. My hands are completely chapped from constant washing. I have no fingernails to speak of - breaking constantly probably due to the work AND nutrition. I have lost more than twenty pounds because when I do eat I feel sick. I don't recommend this diet plan.
I did sleep last night - but not well even though aided. But the more that leaves this house, the more I DO, the more I seem to be able to relax.
Buddy is still very weak. Max had spells yesterday (including what looked like a seizure) that made me think the vet was going to be making the final visit (AUGH) and Lexi has her home visit today and I pray she doesn't come back. How anyone could not fall in love with my sweet, sweet girl, I don't know.
Thank you Mom for being there everyday. Thanks for understanding that some of these tough decisions have to be mine and thanks for your appreciation when I make them. Thanks to my friends who offer prayers, encouragement and good thoughts. Thanks for the backbone of hillbillies and steelworkers. No wussies in this bloodline.
Not one.
I gave another couple who found themselves in my position over a year ago (before they moved here) all of my house plants. Maybe when I start my household up again in a new place I can find a kind soul giving away green living joy.
The stagers come tomorrow morning early, the woman who owns the auction house will follow and if the stagers think it's best I'll be selling everything to facilitate the new flooring and they'll stage with the furniture they use just for that purpose. If this is the case? I may be in Florida very soon, at the very latest by the end of the month. I'll have my mail forwarded and give the realtor power of attorney so I don't have to return for closing and once my address truly has changed I can apply for unemployment in Florida. IF I am still looking.
At this point I am only keeping my bed, grandma's chair (and the ottoman), dresser and bedside table, a wicker trunk, family pictures, a few pieces for the kitchen and I suppose anything the auction will not take. I am even going to bring the stereo equipment and speakers back from storage for auction.
This stupid exercise bike is killing me - I have the darn thing down to $50 and still no takers - and it's a recumbent magnetic thing than normally runs $400. Maybe I'm supposed to take it.
I have to remember to leave room for the wardrobe boxes. I always forget the space they take up. I am hoping I only have to ask Heather to drive a huge van - or the smallest truck.
My legs are covered in bruises. My hands are completely chapped from constant washing. I have no fingernails to speak of - breaking constantly probably due to the work AND nutrition. I have lost more than twenty pounds because when I do eat I feel sick. I don't recommend this diet plan.
I did sleep last night - but not well even though aided. But the more that leaves this house, the more I DO, the more I seem to be able to relax.
Buddy is still very weak. Max had spells yesterday (including what looked like a seizure) that made me think the vet was going to be making the final visit (AUGH) and Lexi has her home visit today and I pray she doesn't come back. How anyone could not fall in love with my sweet, sweet girl, I don't know.
Thank you Mom for being there everyday. Thanks for understanding that some of these tough decisions have to be mine and thanks for your appreciation when I make them. Thanks to my friends who offer prayers, encouragement and good thoughts. Thanks for the backbone of hillbillies and steelworkers. No wussies in this bloodline.
Not one.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Feathered Friends
Not shown? The chickadee giving me the stink-eye because the feeders are empty. The inside of the house has been taking all my time.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Staging for Selling
You'd think I'd be close to ready... I'm not. I need to rent storage space and pack everything away.
I cannot afford new flooring or new counters, or stainless steel appliances. I am hobbled by too many pets that will be nearly impossible to hide. I have overflowed the trash cans for four weeks running and I'm still not done.
I am exhausted and not even close to being ready for a realtor. And yet, thanks to my P.E.O. sister, Deb - I have called one. A man who sold their first house in 21 days and their second in seven. And he's got a rep as a wonderful human being too!
AND he knows I am willing and able to break even... after I pay him. If it comes to that.
I will be alright. I will go back to school and waitress and not get on my Mom's nerves by talking at her while (if) I have to live with her.
I will get a job in healthcare and have a job as long as I want to work!
I will. I will always. I am strong and no one can stop me.
I cannot afford new flooring or new counters, or stainless steel appliances. I am hobbled by too many pets that will be nearly impossible to hide. I have overflowed the trash cans for four weeks running and I'm still not done.
I am exhausted and not even close to being ready for a realtor. And yet, thanks to my P.E.O. sister, Deb - I have called one. A man who sold their first house in 21 days and their second in seven. And he's got a rep as a wonderful human being too!
AND he knows I am willing and able to break even... after I pay him. If it comes to that.
I will be alright. I will go back to school and waitress and not get on my Mom's nerves by talking at her while (if) I have to live with her.
I will get a job in healthcare and have a job as long as I want to work!
I will. I will always. I am strong and no one can stop me.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Craig's List is Exhausting
Bless the people who show up when they say they will, don't haggle when the price is rock bottom and don't waste your time acting like they're over for tea.
The people who should stay off the service include those who want you to call them regarding free stuff on the curb (the next day - let me know if it's still available - yeah no), the ones that send "Is this still available" emails with no other communication, the ones that ask if they can walk through your house looking at everything (for sale or not), the ones that send insulting emails about what they think of your prices, the ones that want to send you a big check so you can cash it and give a portion to the mover who'll be showing up on their behalf (always respond, "cash only, local pickup - be ashamed." I added that last part).
It may be the best way to lighten the load and prep for the realtor but it doesn't make me like my fellow humans a whole lot more.
The people who should stay off the service include those who want you to call them regarding free stuff on the curb (the next day - let me know if it's still available - yeah no), the ones that send "Is this still available" emails with no other communication, the ones that ask if they can walk through your house looking at everything (for sale or not), the ones that send insulting emails about what they think of your prices, the ones that want to send you a big check so you can cash it and give a portion to the mover who'll be showing up on their behalf (always respond, "cash only, local pickup - be ashamed." I added that last part).
It may be the best way to lighten the load and prep for the realtor but it doesn't make me like my fellow humans a whole lot more.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Hedingham Fly Through
This flock stays a few days and decimates the feeders. The robins have been here for weeks or I'd call this flock of German Natives a sign of Spring.
Starlings are usually so smart. The one dude seems to be trying to figure out how to pry frozen mealworms off the tray.
Starlings are usually so smart. The one dude seems to be trying to figure out how to pry frozen mealworms off the tray.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Paisley Park Server
I love the color and the shape of this bowl. It makes me smile.
This plaster form would also make a great sink with the added fixtures of a drain and overflow. I'd make it a wall mount so you could have the faucets mounted above on the wall. WAY beyond me right now. I cannot wait for you to see the teapot I made Tuesday and the three bowls I threw today. They were not teeny weeny! WOOOT.
This plaster form would also make a great sink with the added fixtures of a drain and overflow. I'd make it a wall mount so you could have the faucets mounted above on the wall. WAY beyond me right now. I cannot wait for you to see the teapot I made Tuesday and the three bowls I threw today. They were not teeny weeny! WOOOT.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
It's Not the Painting
It's keeping the cats off them for four hours.
It's easier with Basil at a new home. It's very quiet here without his bulk stomping around or backtalking. But I do miss him. I hope he's going to be happily playing for hours everyday and spoiled rotten.
Buddy started prednizone yesterday and I hope he shows some improvement soon. Exchanged the Blue Wilderness formula for IAMS Lamb and rice and no one has thrown up since.
There must be something to the idea that cats digestive systems have been changed by the industrial pet food industry. We do our best.
It's easier with Basil at a new home. It's very quiet here without his bulk stomping around or backtalking. But I do miss him. I hope he's going to be happily playing for hours everyday and spoiled rotten.
Buddy started prednizone yesterday and I hope he shows some improvement soon. Exchanged the Blue Wilderness formula for IAMS Lamb and rice and no one has thrown up since.
There must be something to the idea that cats digestive systems have been changed by the industrial pet food industry. We do our best.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
New Pottery Minus Two
Tyler and his Dad, Rod needed their very own Sybil pots so we're missing a light turquoise ice cream bowl with a blue-black slip rim line and a small coin/keys bowl with a carved rim, deepest licorice inside and lime green outside.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Screened-in Wren
I love Carolina Wrens. They're adorable. Ivor thinks they look delectable. It's thanks to his furry face that I realized there was one trapped on the screened-in porch.
Apparently the visual of an open door isn't too dissimilar from a screen. Fifteen minutes later I can't feel my fingers.
Apparently the visual of an open door isn't too dissimilar from a screen. Fifteen minutes later I can't feel my fingers.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Comfort
I find it in sunshine. Even a partly sunny day promises Spring soon. In a longer walk with 2 healthy dogs - thank goodness! In a siamese who looks at me with love and purrs even as he seems ever skinnier.
In the love of my sisters who are convinced greatness will rise out of this fear and turmoil. In everything about P.E.O. From offers of their husband's help in fixing my house to sell. And from fixing my hose reel/hanger myself!
In calls from a man who was a stranger last week, with the names of more people who might want to buy art and collectibles. A man whose kindness comes from fellow-feeling not any sense of profit.
From an invitation to model for life drawing - two and a half hours to meditate and earn $35! Comfort is all ten fish surviving several hard freezes and eating well today, and a russet Carolina wren so full of life and attitude at my full feeders.
I find comfort in knowing that shopping at Trader Joe's isn't an indulgence. That it saves me money over Walmart (and makes me feel better).
Comfort is knowing I will prevail and the grief will pass. Comfort is a mother who calls me everyday.
In the love of my sisters who are convinced greatness will rise out of this fear and turmoil. In everything about P.E.O. From offers of their husband's help in fixing my house to sell. And from fixing my hose reel/hanger myself!
In calls from a man who was a stranger last week, with the names of more people who might want to buy art and collectibles. A man whose kindness comes from fellow-feeling not any sense of profit.
From an invitation to model for life drawing - two and a half hours to meditate and earn $35! Comfort is all ten fish surviving several hard freezes and eating well today, and a russet Carolina wren so full of life and attitude at my full feeders.
I find comfort in knowing that shopping at Trader Joe's isn't an indulgence. That it saves me money over Walmart (and makes me feel better).
Comfort is knowing I will prevail and the grief will pass. Comfort is a mother who calls me everyday.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Living in the Now
For anyone who hase been in radio a LONG time, these things will be familiar: carts, air checks on cassette (a "skimmer" would turn the cassette on when the microphone was turned on so you could just tape yourself and the end and beginning of things like songs, commercials and newscasts), and pie chart "clocks" that we'd rely on for what to play when and what we talked about when.
Back in the day when we still spun vinyl - then music on cart (looked like eight-track tapes with a hole for the wheel that drove the continuous loop of tape through the machine) - back in the day when disc jockeys were live on the air instead of pre-recorded or tracked. Back in the day radio stations had MANY disc jockeys (one every four or five hours), but usually only a couple made enough money to avoid a real job! Technology has brought us a lot and yet has taken away even more. May there be people left who still want to do this when there are owners who want to do it the way it really works and matters.
They picked up the trash today and I filled it to the top again! I can remember the past without living in it.
Back in the day when we still spun vinyl - then music on cart (looked like eight-track tapes with a hole for the wheel that drove the continuous loop of tape through the machine) - back in the day when disc jockeys were live on the air instead of pre-recorded or tracked. Back in the day radio stations had MANY disc jockeys (one every four or five hours), but usually only a couple made enough money to avoid a real job! Technology has brought us a lot and yet has taken away even more. May there be people left who still want to do this when there are owners who want to do it the way it really works and matters.
They picked up the trash today and I filled it to the top again! I can remember the past without living in it.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Priorities
I feel so at peace. I know I made the right decision when I sold the record collection to pay the vet. Because now I know.
My Buddy may have lymphoma - it would explain his digestive disorders and his lack of response to antibiotics. And the way his intestines feel to her - ropey and thin. He may also respond to more meds, so we're trying that. But in no way will I put him through massive doses of steroids or anything else extreme if the outcome is inevitable. He is my favorite fur person and always will be.
Boris has either a ruptured or slipped disc in his neck or he's strained or pulled something - we're hoping it's the latter... but if five days of aspirin and rest don't do the trick he will have to start steroids.
"You don't mess around with discs," says the good doctor. His teeth look good. Hallelujah. So do Buddy's for that matter.
So it's not great news and could even be considered really bad news but I think The Beatles and The Who and all the rest of that lot would understand.
My Buddy may have lymphoma - it would explain his digestive disorders and his lack of response to antibiotics. And the way his intestines feel to her - ropey and thin. He may also respond to more meds, so we're trying that. But in no way will I put him through massive doses of steroids or anything else extreme if the outcome is inevitable. He is my favorite fur person and always will be.
Boris has either a ruptured or slipped disc in his neck or he's strained or pulled something - we're hoping it's the latter... but if five days of aspirin and rest don't do the trick he will have to start steroids.
"You don't mess around with discs," says the good doctor. His teeth look good. Hallelujah. So do Buddy's for that matter.
So it's not great news and could even be considered really bad news but I think The Beatles and The Who and all the rest of that lot would understand.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
For the Kids
I have a collector/dealer coming over shortly to buy some or all of my vinyl. The vet comes tomorrow.
Monday, January 3, 2011
For Those Interested
Here are my sound files!
http://www.archive.org/details/SybilMcguireAudioFiles
http://www.archive.org/details/SybilMcguireAudioFiles_b
I am quite good if I do say so myself.
*grin*
http://www.archive.org/details/SybilMcguireAudioFiles
http://www.archive.org/details/SybilMcguireAudioFiles_b
I am quite good if I do say so myself.
*grin*
Where It's At
Panicking is exhausting so I "do."
Consequently I now have an audio webpage and about a gazillion resumes and cover letters out. I had a phone interview this morning which lead to an in person being scheduled for Wednesday in Sanford. It's an two-hour round-trip drive for a morning gig that's part time and doesn't offer health insurance. Speaking of, I need to contact State Farm to get catastrophic but keep putting it off. This is the issue that really paralyzes me. Lalala I'm healthy, no that's not a toothache!
The groaning noise my wheels make on a hard turn "can't possible be because of our tire rotation" said the dude at Discount Tire, and in one swell foop he lost the chain my business. As my mechanic said, "the response should always be - bring it in and we'll look at it. Even if they have to say - this is beyond us and you need to see someone else - no charge!"
I'm going to see him Tuesday at 9am so I don't end up stranded somewhere in the sandy hills of rural North Carolina.
Emailed a couple of people at the former home of employment regarding getting more audio on a jump drive - since my computer can't seem to recognize anything on the CDs I have as MP3s. My Ops manager will get a jump drive after my car appointment - pray for me it's just differential/power steering fluid.
I talked to a nice collector of a man (Mr. Ellington) who reponded to my Craig's List posting about downsizing and he was very understanding about me needing to have a neighbor present if he wanted to check out my stuff. I'll ask Rod if he can be available if I decide to go ahead with selling some collectibles and furniture. Mr. E suggested I not totally discount an estate or tag sale even if it would cost me 30% of a pittance. Not to mention the unutterable sadness that would come from getting the stuff they didn't sell back. Talk about rejection!
Mr. E also says that this is a very sad time we're living in and it reminds him very strongly of the depression. How do people with less love and support in their lives make it through times like this?
Bless every one of you. Your love lifts me.
Consequently I now have an audio webpage and about a gazillion resumes and cover letters out. I had a phone interview this morning which lead to an in person being scheduled for Wednesday in Sanford. It's an two-hour round-trip drive for a morning gig that's part time and doesn't offer health insurance. Speaking of, I need to contact State Farm to get catastrophic but keep putting it off. This is the issue that really paralyzes me. Lalala I'm healthy, no that's not a toothache!
The groaning noise my wheels make on a hard turn "can't possible be because of our tire rotation" said the dude at Discount Tire, and in one swell foop he lost the chain my business. As my mechanic said, "the response should always be - bring it in and we'll look at it. Even if they have to say - this is beyond us and you need to see someone else - no charge!"
I'm going to see him Tuesday at 9am so I don't end up stranded somewhere in the sandy hills of rural North Carolina.
Emailed a couple of people at the former home of employment regarding getting more audio on a jump drive - since my computer can't seem to recognize anything on the CDs I have as MP3s. My Ops manager will get a jump drive after my car appointment - pray for me it's just differential/power steering fluid.
I talked to a nice collector of a man (Mr. Ellington) who reponded to my Craig's List posting about downsizing and he was very understanding about me needing to have a neighbor present if he wanted to check out my stuff. I'll ask Rod if he can be available if I decide to go ahead with selling some collectibles and furniture. Mr. E suggested I not totally discount an estate or tag sale even if it would cost me 30% of a pittance. Not to mention the unutterable sadness that would come from getting the stuff they didn't sell back. Talk about rejection!
Mr. E also says that this is a very sad time we're living in and it reminds him very strongly of the depression. How do people with less love and support in their lives make it through times like this?
Bless every one of you. Your love lifts me.
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