Well, I haven't posted in 2.5+ years, but it looks like some folks are still here, so I'll give it a shot. It has been a complicated few years, so I won't dwell on the details:
* Got laid off by the crappy Columbus foundry I'd been working for. Five weeks later they hired me back (plenty more BS there, but I'll skip it). Continued the job search I'd started. I interview with a couple foundries, one in northwest (Buttfuck) Indiana offers me a job.
* The day before I have to accept/reject the Indiana job, my dad commits suicide. He'd lost his wife of 15 years to a slow death from cancer, started drinking heavily again, hid it from me saying he was doing okay, and then he shot himself. Over two years later I still haven't entirely sorted out my feelings on this, and it never seems like I have much time to try.
* I take the job at the Indiana foundry, try to sort out Dad's estate (I'm executor), Emily and I move to (Buttfuck) Indiana.
* After almost two years at the Indiana foundry, business is really slow because their only real customer is slow, and they haven't been developing other customers, layoffs are starting. The people there are mostly indifferent or assholes, not much reason to stay.
* I get called by a headhunter about a position in Davenport, IA that looks promising. There's a lot more *in* Davenport, and this place at least has several steady customers, it might be more stable.
* I find us a house to rent, we move to Davenport, we still have plenty of stuff in boxes but the house is almost functional now.
* One of Dad's things I kept was his old film camera. In an attempt to hold myself together, I've been spending some time shooting again, mailing film off to Parsons, KS for develop & scans.
* Emily's anxiety and agoraphobia are pretty bad, sometimes I don't really know what to do to try to help her.
* I inherited my dad's house back in Ohio 50/50 with my step-brother (who I didn't really know) - most of the value was still owed on the mortgage. He wouldn't help with getting ready to sell it, I finally got fed up with paying the mortgage, so it's in foreclosure now. At some point I need to make a trip back to check up on it, and arrange to keep the yard mowed so Code Enforcement doesn't fine us.
Most of the time I'm just so damn worn out I don't really know how I feel. That's 2011-2013 in a nutshell, I guess, putting one foot in front of the other because I have to.
We must all become alarm clocks!
- The catch-up