She's living my life!

I have a client who is a published writer. Every time I get a call from her - I feel the need to reflect on my life and try to figure out what exactly went wrong. Why am I watching her animals and she is going to speak at a writer's conference? Why does she jet off to Canada to visit her editor and I'm scooping her cat's litter box? I know in my heart that I am a good writer, but I am getting quite a pile of rejection letters now and just don't seem to be getting anywhere. Plus, I can't figure out - if she is gone all the time...when is she writing? I can't seem to find a way to carve out even a couple of hours to get anything on paper. People tell you - that you need to be dedicated to the craft, but do these people have other jobs, families, bills to pay? How do they find the time to write and I can't even find time to do the laundry? Something went wrong somewhere - I just don't know what happened....

Tales of being a pilot

I am thinking of putting some of my pilot stuff on EBay. It is beginning to look less and less like I will ever return to the air. Between money, health and life in general - I just don't see me returning to get my Commercial Certificate any time soon. It is sometimes hard to remember I AM a Pilot. I did the time, I took the training --- when I walked away I had over 900 hours in my logbook. I wish I had at last made it to 1000. The thing is - I never was very good. I mean, I did eventually get my Private and then my Instrument, but I think it took me twice as long as it would have anyone else. I sort of attribute that to that "life in general" part. I was in a baD place (minD wise) at the time of my training and to say my "head was in the clouds" --- was both figuratively and literally. Another story for another time...

Storms!

Several storms went through the area last night. Our county got lucky and just had some minor damage throughout it, while in the two counties near us --- there were F0 and F1 tornadoes! The thing about this is... I have developed a fear of storms at night ever since hurricaine Opal ripped through the area back about ten years ago. I have a fear of being crushed to death in my bed while asleep. This actually happened to some people during this time and I guess it stuck in my head as something to be afraid of. Anyway, I think I got three hours sleep last night - so I have no clue as to why I am sitting here now at one the next morning. Still running on adrenaline I guess....

The wine bottle

As a pet sitter I invariably end up in my client's kitchen at some point during the visit. Many pets are fed there and if not - bowls must be washed, water dishes must be filled. The one thing that puzzle me, however, --- in almost every kitchen --- on the counter, sitting by its lonesome is a wine bottle. Usually, it has not been opened. It just sits there all alone by itself and I wonder what it is doing there. Was it a house warming present? Is it there waiting on a special occasion or a romantic dinner? Will the wife open said bottle and begin drinking it while she prepares dinner or is it waiting to take the spotlight the night their friends come over? I then wonder if I am missing something by not having a wine bottle sitting on my kitchen counter. Does this make me a bad hostess? I do have a mini bar filled with wines, port, sherry, etc. for the discriminating palet, but alas no lone wine bottle on the counter. I wonder what I am missing...