I've lost track of my days in Cobourg. As I find comfort in establishing new routines, once again, the days of the week are starting to make sense. Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons, volunteering at the gallery, Thursday, housekeeping, Saturdays, shopping at the farmers' market. Sundays, listening to live music at the local joint.
I love my work at the Art Gallery of Northumberland. At the moment, I volunteer in the gift shop. I fold and stuff newsletters in crisp white envelops, dust shelves, rearrange merchandise, sell a few items, greet patrons, answer calls, and my most favourite, shame visitors into making a donation. I wish I could do this a few days a week, and get paid for it, so I didn't have to look to Sears to support my vices (beautification, shopping, dining out, travel, art classes, personal trainer, cultural events).
But, as Dr. Phil put it, ever so eloquently, you can't ride two horses with one ass, which I interpret as, you can't have everything!
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| On two feet maybe, if you are one of these, but not on one ass! |
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