Except for a nice visit to see my dear friend Quill recuperating at her parents' house in Silver Spring after surgery in the hospital, except for that, my weekend was a crappy one -- primarily because of non-stop panic over the security of my job and my dire money situation until at least this coming Thursday.
Welcome to America.
A downspout on Quill's parents' house following a thunderstorm, Silver Spring, Md., 5:00PM, June 6, 2010.
I am flat broke at least until Thursday when I HOPE AND PRAY I get my first regular paycheck as scheduled. I have $47.46 in cash and another paltry $4.55 in the bank -- that I would inconveniently have to get to -- to last me until then. It has been a nightmare of worry. You can't live on money like that, and I don't want to hear how someone makes it on $10 a day. Metro fare alone is $3.50 per day.
Also, that dreadful 1099 job I have had for nearly a year and a half -- after working there in nightmare-ish sweatshop infinity for the previous year -- is paying me slower than I had anticipated for my most recent biweekly climate change news summary.
The new job itself is as dicey as can be and I'm terrified I won't have it after tomorrow or Tuesday. I have to at some point talk to my boss about my (lack of) work load and what that means. Remember: I'm only there on an interim basis for 5 months, and I don't even see how it is going to last that long at this rate.
The house across the street from Quill's parents now has one of those blue glass gazing balls, Silver Spring, Md., 3:56PM, June 6, 2010.
Every detached suburban home with a yard should have a gazing ball, also known as a yard globe or garden ball.
There were also other hospital issues this week for other friends -- including LP, whose mom is not in very poor physical health and took another turn for the worst tonight. I had three separate hospital email updates on Friday afternoon back-to-back. I almost never get such updates -- as in, like, once a year or less.
Well, actually, upon reflection, there were a few other good things. On Friday I had a nice time with Phil and Stephanie and the gang at Buffalo Billiards. This was our first time together like that since November. Gloria is back from Peru and so we met to celebrate her return.
Oh, and I took a walk on Saturday with Gary and C.T. through the nicer sections of D.C., including Spring Valley, but the sour cherry tree I have visited the past several years -- as in 2009 and 2008 (exactly two years to the day) -- in Battery Kemble Park off Chain Bridge Road had NO CHERRIES on it this time.
Here is a picture of the sour cherry tree in question -- all cherry-less in 2010 -- in Battery Kemble Park, Washington, D.C., 6:07PM, June 5, 2010. Boo.
At first I thought the tree -- like the vegetative cycle overall -- was just way out of kilter and the cherries had come and gone. But I saw another one in the yard next to Quill's parents in Silver Spring, and it was in fruitful peak.
Speaking of plants, I re-potted my Gold Dust Croton plant tonight. I think it's OK, although the process must be traumatizing for the plant.
The sweeping green-cloaked vista from the 2800 block of Adams Mill Rd., NW, overlooking the National Zoo and towards Cleveland Park, Washington, D.C., 6:24PM, June 6, 2010.
A line of thunderstorms had quickly swept through earlier with a nominal amount of gusty rain and lightning and thunder. The tornado watch in effect really didn't "verify" in that there were no tornadic storms.
But the weekend, or at least my mental state and bank account status, was poor. And now another week begins and it promises to be nerve-wracking as I wait to get paid -- and both fearful that and even outright disastrous if in fact the job abruptly ends. My friend Roger said -- correctly -- that I live a "fear-based" existence.
I will try to update this blog tomorrow (Monday) night, or maybe Tuesday.