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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
Mood:
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Hiatus
I've had to tell the library to "freeze" my holds list. I won't lack for books to read, I've got dozens sitting around the house in various places; freebies from various book related conventions; ARC's sent by publishers hoping for a review; and several titles I couldn't resist buying when I saw them on a remainder table somewhere.
Mr W's health has worsened, after a rather dramatic early morning fall a couple of weeks ago. The hospice in patient care center is on the other side of the metropolitan area, and regular trips over there consume a lot of time. We're still not sure if he will be making a move closer to our neighborhood. Coming home might work, but more realistically, probably wouldn't. This is a source of deep regret for us both.
When I'm home, I'm paralyzed by loneliness and a kind of ennui which seems like a type of suspended animation.
All is not lost, I manage to get a two mile walk in at least 3-4 times a week, and have several books on audio for the time in the car and on an mp3 player and a set of earbuds. Even surrounded by books at home, listening is about all I can manage at the moment.
But several intriguing print titles came home from the library, sat on the table in the living room for the three week check out period, and then were sadly returned unread.
Since the early 1990's, when I discovered that I was able to read on daily commutes downtown by bus, I've never been without a reading experience in progress. Along with all the other losses, I miss it quite a bit. But my priorities at present make reading something in print almost impossible.
Drat!
Mr W's health has worsened, after a rather dramatic early morning fall a couple of weeks ago. The hospice in patient care center is on the other side of the metropolitan area, and regular trips over there consume a lot of time. We're still not sure if he will be making a move closer to our neighborhood. Coming home might work, but more realistically, probably wouldn't. This is a source of deep regret for us both.
When I'm home, I'm paralyzed by loneliness and a kind of ennui which seems like a type of suspended animation.
All is not lost, I manage to get a two mile walk in at least 3-4 times a week, and have several books on audio for the time in the car and on an mp3 player and a set of earbuds. Even surrounded by books at home, listening is about all I can manage at the moment.
But several intriguing print titles came home from the library, sat on the table in the living room for the three week check out period, and then were sadly returned unread.
Since the early 1990's, when I discovered that I was able to read on daily commutes downtown by bus, I've never been without a reading experience in progress. Along with all the other losses, I miss it quite a bit. But my priorities at present make reading something in print almost impossible.
Drat!
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