I’m still here, still fooling around with trying to make this new blog look the way I want. I think I’ve found a layout I like, finally. It’s very blah right now, of course, but I’ll work on that over time.
I wanted to write something right now because I’m feeling inspired – no, inspired is probably not the right word, impelled is more accurate – to get my future in order. I’ve been doing a lot of reading about how to actually make money blogging, and decided that Bossy Little Dog will be my practice blog, as I figure out WordPress and decide how to monetize, etc. I’m not doing things the way I should here, but when did I ever? While other people I knew were launching monetized blogs and even getting book deals, I noodled around on Blogger for well over a decade, earning Not Jack Shit.
Now here I am, roughly five years from retirement (assuming I’m not laid off sooner, which is a real possibility) and I’m forced to think seriously about my future, and what I’ll do if my current employment situation implodes on me. I know I’m far from alone in this situation: over 60, still in the work force because I can’t afford to retire, staring down the barrel of a probable recession. There’s a lot of us out there, and maybe that’s what BLD is meant to be about; it feels right somehow. Not easy, but right.
Anyway, I know why you’re really here; how is Sophie?? I’m afraid to say it out loud; you know how that turns out, but we have managed to stay out of the vet’s office for a few weeks. (Shhhh…) Ellie is fine, Ellie is always fine, apparently addiction to Temptations cat treats and shedding like a beast is the secret to beauty and health. It dawned on me recently that Ellie is at least FOUR years old now! She might be older since they guesstimated her age at about a year old at the shelter. Time is passing way too quickly in every way, and I should stop screwing around and plan my future.