Potential major disaster of a problem number one averted. I think. The FM transmitter called me the other morning. Yes, it is computerized to call you in the event of an emergency. The voice is very robotic and entertaining to me. I have a hard time not trying to mimic it to actually stop and understand what it’s telling me. Anyhow, with Jim gone, that first phone call had my pulse going a little bit. I’m used to the hundred watt world of things. This is twenty-five thousand. Much larger transmitter that packs more of a punch if and when you do the wrong things. This is also how you learn. Throw yourself into the fire, take bruises, learn what went right, learn what you completely messed up, and get ready for the next time. Jim comes back in nine days, right?
I must say, I am blessed to have my family helping out with this move. I’m down by a lot in terms of what belongings I have decided to retain and what’s actually left in my apartment. Sunday, we’ll all descend upon the town, and my next stage in life can finally start to take shape. Truly, it’s just a step in that direction. I was pulled aside the other day at the station and reaffirmed that they are working on that forever mentioned, permanent position. I know that there are others out there with much further success in their life than I have at my age, but to be this far is something I feel very fortunate about. When some one says to you, “I don’t know what we’d do without you,” that feels good.