Oh, happy day!
As usual, Tim got up this morning at 5a and left for work around 545a.
After an hour or so, I fell back to sleep and was dreaming about doing reindeer tryouts at this university campus that had huge green lawns and endless stone steps in the distance.
Woke up still tired, as I heard a door shut.
Who was in my house?
I hopped out of bed and popped a house dress over my head.
I peeked out the window to see Tim and some man in the driveway.
I figured they must have come to retrieve some tools or map or something that T had left behind.
This was most peculiar.
Eventually, the man drove away in the truck and T came inside.
It turns out that T's boss (we'll call him "D") let him and 99% of the other employees "go," because they were too expensive and he was receiving flack from HQ. Plus, what their job is is to replace water meters and they've run out of new meters to put in the ground. A shipment is on the way, but no one knows when it will arrive.
Tim was his star worker and yet here he is, laid off. D kept a few of the young kids, because they're cheaper to pay... but you would think he would tell Tim, "I can't afford you at your current price, but I'd love to have you stay on if you don't mind taking a hefty wage cut..."
Bossman "D" has always sounded kinda insane to me and this really fits right in with his bizarre profile.
Tim had told me that his boss had been telling him how he hopes to retire in another 7 years (this guy's 36 years old) and build himself a "compound" in Arkansas, where he can load up on ammo and fight whatever terrorists may come his way...
"Oh, they're coming... just a matter of time..." he has said, adding, "... and if it's after I'm dead and gone, the fortress will be there for my kids, to protect them..."
Yeah, that's real normal!
So, on top of all this, I go to put on my diamond wedding band.
I find I have a bumpy thickening of the skin on the inside of my ring finger, on the side facing my middle finger.
I pushed the ring over it anyway... surely, I'm not expected to face the day without my sparkles!
Bad idea.
My finger was pink and itchy and uncomfortable.
I went and lubed it up with soap and water and forced the ring back off.
The finger, of course, greatly appreciates this force and responds by feeling even more chafed and hard.
Not happy!
Did a google on "rash by ring."
Turns out there's three long pages of posts by people who have the same reaction to their platinum wedding rings. And this is after they've been wearing them for years.
Interestingly enough, many of these people say they went to expensive stores to buy their rings so they would have top quality and many chose platinum to avoid any allergic reactions.
Then it turns out that just oodles and oodles of these peeps boil their rings for 20 minutes in a 2:1 ratio of distilled white vinegar and hydrogen peroxide. Several people say they're considering the same thing and write "scary" in parentheses along with this suggestion.
Why it is scary to boil your diamonds and platinum in peroxide and vinegar, I'm still a little unclear, but whatever.
I jumped on the bubbling brew bandwagon, so now my ring is clean... it just needs to wait until my finger recovers.
How many years did I wait for such a ring? And now this!
On top of it all, we are going to Lanai for 2 nights on Friday and you'd better believe that neither Tim nor myself have any interest in flying away without those diamonds on my finger.
The Four Seasons is wonderful on its own... but so much more wonderful with a band of diamonds on your finger.
I am currently wearing the ring around my neck on my Tahitian black pearl chain. It's yellow gold, so it's a less-than-thrilling combo... but what's a girl to do?
We went to the lighthouse to forget our worries... it was hot and there were about a b'zillion cars on the road. I so wish they would all go back where they came from!
Tomorrow, we must foray to town to get my oil changed, get catfood from the feed supply store and also get papers for T from the unemployment office. Turns out they won't give him money based on his most recent pay... they total up what you've made in the past year and do an average from that.
My response?
Suckwad!
Lanai in 2 days... and yes, we are holding our collective breaths!
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