I started a new job last week and it's going pretty well.
For those keeping score, I had part-time job this past summer working as a jobs counselor for younger folks. Now I'm full-time in an education-related field here in lovely Frederick. Not to be coy, as I'll probably give more details later.
As mentioned, I'm also living with my Dad who is a hale and hearty 94. We made this move for a number of reasons, but basically the nursing home wasn't working out. Nothing terrible was going on, he just wasn't getting enough social stimulation for the very hard-working but over-tasked staff.
We have some wonderful nurses coming in during the day, allowing me to go to work. It's tough somedays. He's becoming less and less mobile, and it's more difficult to communicate with him and understand (fully) what his needs are.
I woke up this morning to a great big windstorm, as it seems fall has finally arrived in Maryland. My back is sore from lifting my Dad improperly a few times (just once is really all it takes! use those legs!). I'm taking life and work one day at time, as much as it's possible not to worry about the future (mortality for starters, and also the fact that I'm on a one-year contract and will yet again be applying for jobs come next summer).
The Orioles lost last night in their first playoff appearance since who knows when. Nothing will make you a realist quicker than caring for somebody approaching 95. But part of me is looking forward to the second game this afternoon, come what may.
Losing is fine. But not believing better days lie ahead? That's for suckers.
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