Gettin' Green in the Holler

It's Monday morning at the Asylum, the coffee is hot, there's a nip in the air and I just finished scouring the job listings on all the major employment websites.

There ain't alot out there ya'll.

The big news in town this morning is the installation of a windmill up at the elementary school. I could see it from the house this morning as I was leaving, it's just a tiny thing, I don't see how it's going to generate much wind. I reckon we're fixin' to get all green down here in the holler.

Me and the Amazon have often entertained the idea of greening up the old trailer. There's a little place over in Big City, in that part of town where all the hippies congregate, swapping organic produce out of the backs of little Suburu hatchbacks, which sells solar panels and bamboo wood flooring. Entertaining the idea is all we can afford at the moment, but we're working on fixing that.

There's also alot of chatter about the October issue of a popular magazine that focuses on living down here in the south. You might want to check it out while you're standing in line at the grocery store. In the travel section, there's an article about a tiny town tucked away in the mountains, a town that might sound an awful lot like Frog Pond Holler.

Back at the trailer, we're back to medicating dogs. Sammy, the now not quite as hairless Boston Baked Beagle is on more stuff for his delicate skin condition. He's on a steady regimen of steroids, leading to alot of Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions and references to 'roid rage by me and the Amazon. He got down in the floor and played a bit the other night, something he's not done in years. It's nice to see him doing anything other than sleeping and gnawing on himself.

I swear, the dog probably thinks his name is "Sammystopscratching."


Before I leave you, I thought I'd share the song I've got stuck in my head this morning. I don't want to have to suffer alone. Most of ya'll will remember this one from way back when...

It's Monday ya'll.. and while I'll be spending my week scrambling to try to make up for a very unproductive weekend, at least I can be in a decent mood while I do it. Hang in there, we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!


Blanche said...

Well dolphie I can tell you jobs are scarce..I've now been without a job 2 weeks today and have applied for probably 100 or so jobs along the east coast and midwest. No response from anyone. I'm getting a bit frustrated but on a good note, I think my house will sell by the end of the week, at least I hope so. Me and my pup will be headed back to the land of double digit unemployment (CT)until something comes along. *sigh*

tndaisy1960 said...

Mama subscribes to that magazine. I'll be sure to tell her exactly where to look. Guess I'll have to send man-thang to the drugstore and see if he can grab me a copy.

Mama's dog has had a rash for a while now, and nothing she does seems to kill it, so I can sympathize with all the scratching.

Have you looked into jobs on the internet that involve being a CSR? I don't have any of the ads handy, but they're out there. One of our former Plurkers does it full-time and makes good money at it. Only downside is that they monitor *everything* you do on the computer while you're working, so if it were me, I'd be running 2 boxes at once to get away from the nosiness. You're on the phone all day at the plant anyway, so this really won't be much different, AND you'd be at home! I think Twila did 4-hour shifts, don't know the name of the company she works for. Haven't seen her on Plurk in ages, so I can't really find out anything. Worth a shot, anyway.

kenju said...

I'm gonna go and check out the magazine. I just re-subscribed after a five year hiatus.

Further good luck on the job hunt.

Tori Lennox said...

I'd love to go totally green, but you're right. It isn't cheap. But the next time I have several spare thousands lying around....

BetteJo said...

I'm not clicking on that video. Although it might erase "If I Only Had a Brain" song from the Wizard of Oz from my brain, which one of my co-workers so thoughtfully sang to me today. Grrr ..

Rhea said...

Glen Campbell. You're torturing me!