Stand in the rain.....
Stand your ground.....

A song on the radio has hit home. Once again, I have so many choices this morning. On impulse, I hired an inspector to look at the mold in my basement. He found over seven different types just through a visual inspection, let alone taking the time to really crawl around and scrape different samples off of the walls. This particular path is clear. It is time to move, once again.

It was very disheartening at first. I love my little place in the country. But this little place is not safe when it is closed up due to cold weather. Breathing mold spores in can cause serious damage long term. How ironic. I care so much about prevention. I preach about how our choices and what we put into our bodies create our long term consequences. Ooops. I forget to look at what we breathe into ourselves.

The world is throwing more interesting choices at me once again. I just got a call from the owner of a local health food store. He wants me to work at his place, Vitamins N More. Earlier, I was searching so diligently. I wanted to work at a place which centered around what matters to me most. Now I have realized something. I have those three things in my life. They just aren't conveniently located in the same place. Heartland and the local Y represent God, AFAA represents the exercise, and now the health food store provides organic nutrition?

I wasn't going to call back at first. How do I balance family time into all of this? Heck, when do I get a day off? But maybe, I will figure it out after I start. Maybe the world is reaching out. I recently received encouragement from a female role model. Maybe, just maybe, things are falling into place.

Back to the mold problem for just a moment. I slept with my window open last night. I felt fine. Snow has arrived, and I closed up the house once again. Now, as I type this, I am feeling dizzy. The landlord's septic system failed last month. He had it pumped and is waiting for spring to arrive so he can fix it. Meanwhile, the mold inspector thought he smelled sewer gas when he first walked into my house. Crap. My home base is toxic.

I am going to have to tangle with the landlord. Oh well. More later....