Sunday morning

Time for me to apply for unemployment, for the last time for a while, I guess. Every Sunday, I apply for the week before. It is a fairly irritating process and I wonder how many unemployed people can't or don't do it. I hope there is still a way for someone without a computer to apply. I have to log in and answer the same questions every week. I am supposed to be able to prove I looked for work, if they ask. I do read ads every week, so I don't feel like I'm lying. And one time they did ask me to document. 

The days I am not working now feel strange to me. I am at loose ends and can't seem to find anything to engross me. I read cookbooks, cook, do the puzzle, work on genealogy...Ray has gone back to the office, which is good. I don't like to hear him talking to clients. Sometimes, I want to advise him. Don't give them so much personal information, for instance. You're taking too long for each one...so I would rather have him do that in the office. I feel less crowded, even though there is lots of room in this house. And then he wants to tell me about each case. I should be flattered, but I don't want to know. 

This past Friday was not as fun as previous weeks. I did talk to a couple clients on the phone, but there were no checks to write or deposit. The Treasurer didn't come by and chat. I did talk to another Board member, who has been handling our Paypal account, so now I have that on my plate as well. And l was able to get information on many donors who have given that way, and gave that information to my boss. I entered information from a few clients, but did not get as far as I thought I would. 

My Dad is not happy with my going to work every day, starting Wednesday. He says, "why don't you just relax, aren't you supposed to be retired? By the time I was your age, I had been retired for 10 years!" We did chat about it though. I don't have any interest in living on a sailboat or building my own house, well maybe a little interest. Maybe I'll build another house someday, but I wouldn't actually build it myself. I didn't say, "Mom didn't want to live on a sailboat either..." I said, we tried it and we didn't like it. Ray and I don't get along that well when we're home all day every day. Which is only sort of true. We don't always get along when we're both working, either. I don't seem to be getting done the things that I should, while I have time. Like clearing out the clutter. As my daughter the lawyer said, yes they have written a lot about that. The pandemic is not conducive to doing those things. At least not any more, maybe some at the beginning. 

So, oddly enough, now I have weekends again. Tomorrow is the last Monday I will not be working, at least for now. So, I will need to get things done on Saturday and Sunday, which we used to do. Of course, I am not working a lot. I will have late afternoons and evenings, too. Now the things include ordering food, rather than going to the store. In theory, February, which is long gone, is the month for using up the food we have on hand, especially in the freezer. That will coincide nicely with going back to work. 

I'm excited, but a little apprehensive.