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Spring Break

I’ve been getting 10 or 11 days of work (some half-days) per month as a substitute teacher. It’s not enough but better than nothing. More work is getting done on It’s Moss, I’m still doing my biweekly mintCast episodes and my almost-monthly Distrohoppers’ Digest episodes. I’m hoping to get more podcasting work. Hey, I’m almost famous!

We still don’t know the status of my mother’s estate but assume we will shortly. It is holding up things quite a bit, but I’d still rather have my mother to talk to. I’m leaning on friends I’ve only had for a few months or years.

I haven’t done any music for a few months. I have a few songs in my head, and am working on an old Pete Seeger song nobody plays anymore.

If you’re reading this, I’d love to hear from you.

Hugs,
Moss

Moving on

My mother was interred today. The funeral ritual was very much in keeping with her beliefs, which meant they were either tolerated by or upset at least half the family and friends in attendance. But it’s over. Once we get the actual death certificate, we can move on. Gotta get done with the details and paperwork or we will be grieving forever. This has been more painful by the delays and paperwork, mostly caused by Covid in Los Angeles, than it should ever have been. Thank all the gods for cousin Judy, who has been handling absolutely everything first-hand.

Politics As Usual – Weak and Disgusting

I’m deeply offended by the way the Democratic Party tucked away all their furor and decided once again – this time when they had the power to do so – to not call witnesses in an impeachment trial. They are saying that those 7 Republican votes are an adequate moral victory. The Dems had a royal flush… and they folded.

The only way to prove it was a victory is way down the line: will those 7 get re-elected for their courage and the other 43 get voted out of office for their cowardice? I don’t see the GOP doing that.

The Dems do not know how to stick to their guns. Never did. And so there are still no consequences to the actions of powerful people.

In nature, there is no right or wrong, only consequences. This proves again that politics in Washington is unnatural.

Dealing with it

Actually, I’m not dealing with it, much. My cousin Judy gets to do all the heavy lifting. I don’t even know whether there’s anything in it for me, other than a couple of oblique comments.

So I’m just plugging along. It’s difficult to work when you have two jobs. Worse when one of them is usually closed due to covid issues and the other hasn’t really gotten started yet and is not funded.

Life has been real at least. We cringe at every drop of news about the outgoing President, get cheered up by talk of covid relief funds, are surprised when someone donates an item or some money through my Sponsus account.

I missed the last mintCast podcast because I had an online concert to do, which, despite all my instruments rebelling and refusing to stay in tune, did not go badly. We almost had a team meeting today, might have a team meeting tomorrow, I have another podcast to do on Wednesday morning (Distrohoppers’ Digest) before next Sunday’s mintCast. And I keep breathing, and probably eating too much. A very minute percentage of whatever I’ve been drinking actually had any alcoholic content, and I don’t feel any need to increase it.

My home studio is in flux right now. One computer has been determined to not only be underpowered for my use but also have a short in it which messes with sound quality, the other has an obsolete video card which will be remedied shortly when a friend sends me a different one and I get a power cable to accommodate it. I have been given another laptop, a small, light one, to go with my big-heavy laptop. The big laptop is serving as my main machine right now, and it’s more than up to the task despite it being a late 2014 model.

I still have two guitars in need of light repair, and one of my cars has been hanging on for dear life for quite a while after sacrificing much of its lifes-blood over a lot of years and miles. But it’s enough. And I’m being cared for as much as is needed, although not much more.

I have hopes and dreams of finally launching the plans for the future of the bardic college, which will likely remain on hold for the rest of 2021.

That’s my life. How’s yours? My email has not changed unless you haven’t checked it for 8 years…

Hugs,
Me

Happy New Year

We are almost done with the clown show in Washington, time to go back to boring normal ineffective governing by Democrats. My mom is back in the hospital with covid pneumonia. I have a concert on the 9th via Zoom. I have two jobs but no income other than SSA. Life is being quite lifelike. I hope yours is good.

I applied for a new job

…in the Biden-Harris Administration. Here is the text of my cover letter:

November 25, 2020

Dear President-Elect Biden and staff,

Please accept my resume in application for just about anything I can do. I have extensive experience in working with homeless people, both as a homeless person and running a nonprofit corporation benefitting the homeless of Asheville, NC. I have excellent speaking and written skills, experience in just about everything, and a wide range of knowledge.

I would prefer to remain in the Great Smoky Mountains region if possible, but will relocate as needed.

I do not have an earned college degree but do have a few honorary doctorates in religion. I have written extensively on homeless topics as well as spiritual topics, plus am a songwriter and folksinger.

While I’m certain you have an abundance of applicants with more qualifications, there are few with my range of qualifications and experience. I would point out that I have done this while only being aimed at the success of those I’m serving, and have only just managed to support myself at around 150-175% of poverty level, mostly thanks to Social Security Disability and Retirement funds. I’m not in this for the money and my tax records certainly prove that point in spades. My life is all about service, and usually manages to avoid recognition.

I hope you can find a place for me in your administration. I look forward to hearing from you.


Sincerely,



Gerald L. “Moss” Bliss, D.D.
(address, phone)

(also posted to my Dreamwidth blog)

Frustration Day

I was awakened by phone calls – four of them between 6 and 8 am – for jobs at Washburn School (3 calls for the same job, they were persistent). I had already scheduled today to be in Asheville working for AWH, so I couldn’t accept these. In the end, however, it turns out that the person funding AWH is concerned we’re spending too much money with no results, ignoring the fact that we’ve only made first contacts and need to forge relationships, and so it was decided that I was not going anywhere.

I called Census to see where my money was from working for them. They owe me $1,014.xx. It turned out they did not correct the banking information, which correction was made over a month ago. So they still had the money, and could not even be bothered to go to step 2, which is to mail me a check. They did not tell me how soon it would be fixed.

I went to the bank to deposit the check received from AWH, and was told that the bank (credit union) is ending their remote banking program, which was an incredible boon to us as we could move money from our credit union in California to our local credit union with no time or expense to the transfer. This was the main reason for using this credit union. I’m guessing we will be closing our account.

My supervisor at AWH said he would be getting me more work to do today. I do not see any way, besides going back to Asheville, that we could make an effective day out of it, as the funder is looking for results, i.e., sales. The best that could be done today is more first contacts. The money would be better spent in the telemarketing wing… or the funder could increase funding, which would pay off soonest, but it’s not my job to present this to him.

So I’m sitting at home on a day I could have had one of two jobs at a local school and should have been on the road, with no money materializing yet from the Census job already completed (over two months ago), and it feels pretty bad. And tomorrow I have to go for my first refitting of my temporary dentures (the lower plate fits very poorly with some pain). Which means I can’t work tomorrow either.

Dumps.

Substitute Reality

So here I am sitting in a high school classroom, while nobody, and I mean nobody, is actually doing the work they have been assigned to do. Some are napping, others are playing video games on their phones (some with others in the room on the same game on THEIR phone). I liked it much better when I was subbing in a kindergarten classroom. The kids were nicer and we actually did work. But it’s the same amount of money. The only real problem I have is that I did not bring my power cord, but the laptop seems to be stretching things out rather well. Much better than expected. I only have another hour or so to go and still have 40+% of my battery.

I’m also trying to do work selling CBD salve to Asheville, Hendersonville, and Knoxville stores. They pay better, but if we don’t get to enough sales it goes away. I need a new phone for that, and Marc has promised I would get one.

My teeth hurt. I’ll get those looked at on Tuesday.

If you’re keeping up with my podcasting career, we got another episode of Distrohoppers’ Digest in the can on Wednesday. Tony Hughes is not feeling great, but I presume I should have some audio to listen to soon and then he’ll release it. Dale Miracle came on the show with us for the first time. Had a great time.

Guess I’ll quit rambling. Class just got over, and I guess I have another one coming in shortly.

Hugs,
Me

Maybe I Should Update More

I spent about 2 weeks working for the Census. Really not a good job for me. I’ll need to reapply for unemployment next week if I don’t get hired as a sub teacher. Haven’t done much of anything lately, but I’m back at my podcasts. We’ve already had a lot of good response to Distrohoppers’ Digest Episode 16! Suzanne has now been here for 4 years. Mom is in the rehab home again after breaking her hip in another fall. That’s about it from here.