Purgatious

 The boy is applying to a new job already. He’s already had two jobs and he’s been slaving working for 6 months less time than me. I believe this job would eventually require a move. Not a far move, but a move that would most likely prevent us from seeing each other during the week. I am quite fed up with this growing up stuff. I either want to be a full blown adult with a house and a spouse and yardwork and what’s for dinner or I want to be a kid that does whatever I want, to suit myself. It’s purgatious (you like that? purgatory turned into an adjective?), this including someone in your decisions that shouldn’t-really-be-included-but-you-want-to-include-them train of thought. It has me frustrated, to say the least. Especially since the inclusiveness is one sided. A move to Texas was considered, sans my weigh in, pre this job. ‘Preciate it boyyyy.

I had off yesterday and went to the doctors. I got my first flu shot. My left shoulder is a tad numb, but nothing else to report. While waiting for the boy to come over for a dinner date, I started sanding this beast below. I’m pretty excited for how this is going to turn out! More details coming soon.