I saw a couple walk by BOB with four Westies. My instinct was to jump up and run after them, but I'm sure I'll see them tomorrow. More people have arrived at the park for the weekend, but the place is hardly filled. It's a giant rectangle with park models flanking the long sides, and those people aren't here.
I gave BOB a bath this morning, then I Rain-Exed his windows and Armour-Alled his rubber and plastic bits and pieces. I checked the hot water hose leak, and it seems to have been mitigated. Instead of scraping off the Lexel, I added more and gave it 10+ hours to cure. I cleaned my drains with baking soda, vinegar, and hot water. I also cleaned my shower which is difficult because it's so small. I need a Scotch-Brite body suit so I can just turn around a few times and get the job done. I think I inhaled a toxic amount of Totally Awesome in the process.
After I finished my chores, I went for a bike ride along the path in Emerald Isle. It was boring. At mile marker 18 (wherever that is), I jumped off and reversed course to ride along Ocean Drive. That was better – until it dead-ended – because the beach houses were more interesting than the whizzing traffic along the path. I returned to BOB, ate an apple, and looked for work.
Later, I took the dogs for a walk on the wide beach. The waves were soft. Shrimpers were working off shore, and fishing enthusiasts trolled from the beach. Eventually, I let go of the dogs' check cords and let them run on the beach and in the water. I wore my Wellies so I wouldn't get sand in my pants or get them wet if I had to chase the dogs in the shallows. Addison drank enough ocean water that she'll either vomit later or firehouse it out of her ass tomorrow. I'm hoping for the latter. At beaches when they were puppies, they'd eat sand then shit sand plugs the next day. I can't imagine how that feels. Once, when Addison was a puppy, I pulled an entire Bounty paper towel sheet out of her ass; I can't imagine how that feels, either. The towel, its E-Coli contamination notwithstanding, was still usable upon emission, if one had been inclined to do so.
It was 45 degrees here last night and the humidity was high enough that BOB got cold fast. I let the dogs sleep with me because I knew they'd be cold if I didn't. Jasper was smart enough to cuddle up next to my torso. I eventually moved Addison to my other side because she was shivering and I couldn't move my legs. She let me drag her like a dead dog, and as soon as she was near my upper body she dove under the sheets and threw her head across my belly. I expected that to trigger a hot flash, but it didn't. I didn't sleep very well, but they did. Sometimes, that it more important.
I am really struggling with the doldrums of unemployment. I've applied for a plethora of VP of Finance and CFO jobs, but my resume doesn't fit the cookie-cutter skills or credentials which would make hiring me "safe." For me to land my dream COO job, it will take the miracle of the intersection of the right-sized company and an outside-the-box-thinker-searcher. That leaves out all the big recruiting firms, so I have systematically worked on finding the smaller ones who offer the ability for prospective candidates to upload their resumes. Sometimes I wonder whether I'll be living in BOB 20 years from now doing menial labor. I'm starting to come around Kim's idea of being the landlord of a triplex, but where? A college town in Ohio, perhaps? Hmm. Think outside the box. Think outside the box.
I am making cheese-filled tortellini with a Gorgonzola cream sauce. I may die of atherosclerosis tonight. I set off the carbon monoxide detector while I was reducing the vermouth. The dogs usually freak at its noise, but this time they were just anxious and needed reassuring. Clearly, they think the cheese-filled tortellini with a gorgonzola cream sauce is going to kill them, too.
My parents are in Baltimore. My father didn’t answer his cell phone tonight, and neither answered the hotel room phone. Two days ago my father called me to ask me about Uber. I told him that he needed a Smartphone to use the application, and that I can't order a car for him from my account when I am in a different place. Why is that? Whether you are a parent who wants to control a child's use of Uber (and not just pay for any trip AND STILL NOT KNOW WHERE YOUR KID IS WHEN), or whether you are the child of a parent who doesn't have/want a Smartphone, why can't you order a car for the relative who is not where you are? I would ask Uber, but there is no Uber number for such questions. I can, however, contact Uber if my driver has just raped or killed me: Uber HAS a number for that.
My Gorgonzola sauce set off the carbon monoxide detector again, so I just ate it. Not the carbon monoxide detector, the sauce. The nutmeg counters the salty cheese in a fabulous way, but it really begs to be served over pumpkin ravioli.
Siobhan M. Knox
In May 2016, I bought a five ton, 25’ long Class C motorhome because I like to drive, I like to travel, and it’s more fun and less expensive than living in a hotel. No prior RV experience was required, and I had none: perfect. I’m writing a book about my adventures which will come to an end when I get a job. The dogs will be sad.