Gillespie Clan Treehouse

Drats.

So I lost my job. Well. I was informed yesterday morning that my department’s budget had been cut, and cut hard; and one of the items on the list affected my paycheck. I know without a shadow of a doubt that my friends and coworkers fought tooth and nail to keep me on board, so I’m not hurt – and I was planning to quit come September anyway, so it’s not really a big deal. I just don’t get a nice cushy little money buffer before school starts anymore.

On the up side, though, I get to have a very free (if frugal!) summer! So that’s good. I can go play anywhere my bike can take me (or, if the tide is right, drive my car out to Warm Beach and go fishing!). Oh, and if anyone has any odd jobs they need done? I can mural paint, house paint, weed gardens, prune trees and shrubs, push a lawn mower, drive a riding mower, design flyers, shovel bark/gravel/dirt/etc, do dishes, transcribe, balance a checkbook… shoot, at this point, I can even learn how to change a diaper. Shoot, I’m even up for helping with projects free of charge! But I won’t refuse any dead presidents that come my way…