Marty went to the office this morning around 8 a.m. and arrived home less than a half hour later. He's been the happiest I've seen him in a long time.
Though we didn't expect the news for a few weeks, this past weekend, we made a Walmart pantry run, stocking up on pet food, peanut butter, rice and and salsa. We also went to the Shreveport Sam's Club because it has a wider selection of items and picked up a bit of meat. With the freezer bulging--it was pretty empty--and the garden's harvest, we are set for a while.
The Young Adults are looking at Marty's glee with a jaundiced eye. Given Marty and I grew up dirt poor, this isn't too scary for us. Our bills are minimal. Our luxuries are small. I passed on getting my hair colored this morning, opting for the gray to sparkle through. And I doubt I'll be hanging out with the Thursday Lunch Bunch for the next few weeks (if I go, someone will insist on buying my lunch when word gets out and I'm not up for charity). However, Marty told me not to cancel my Branson meet-up with Bliz planned for later this month. But this will be my last trip for a while.
Meanwhile, Marty is on fire. With the idea of keeping the house and letting the Young Adults hang out here for the next few months while their lives shake out, he's dumping his resume everywhere. Florida where Uncle Sunshine lives? Why not. Arizona? Possibly. Little Rock? Actually, it's a nice city. As an acquiesce to me he's even looking in the cities of Saginaw and Midland Michigan--though I'd prefer he waited until the spring thaw to search that area. And yes, Texas is an option too, but maybe not El Paso please. Of course, Texarkana is on the table and if a job shows up here, that would make the most sense.
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