When one plan goes into the crapper - try another....

Well, kids, the 50-day plan didn't work as I expected. So, instead of bawling, hitting the vodka, or playing in traffic, I developed a Plan B. This is what Plan B is for. If not for Plan B, the vodka shelves would be empty and the highways would be littered with the bodies of those whose Plan A failed miserably.

Mine did.

Okay, so on to Plan B. Plan B is a bit more modest, with a time cushion built in for unexpected delays. Plan A was an unexpected delay. It basically amounted to a delay caused by spending useless energy on Plan A.

Plan A sucked.

Plan B is better.

So, Plan B involves me living in Binghamton for a full year, instead of just a few months. This means I can remedy the issues at the cabin gradually, and won't have to move back into a house that, in its present state, affords an exciting year round camping experience. Anyone who's camped understands this. Camping grows old about day three. The beer runs out, the marshmallows get stale, you actually have to walk someplace to get wood, and swimming in toxic waste, no matter how refreshing, has lost its appeal.

So, Plan B is a far better plan. For now, I will focus on working on my numerous novels in process, and learning more about my new job in food service.

Oh, yes, did I fail to mention I have a new job in food service?

I do.

I'd have never thought that twenty years in banking would prepare me to one day make the perfect banana split, but it has. I knew the industry drove me bananas, especially the dark years, and I've discovered if you take those bananas, add ice cream, toppings, nuts, and three cherries, you've got yourself a damn good dessert. Acceptable transition. Mortgage Goddess, Unemployed - yet still fabulous - aspiring author, Banana Split Queen. Sounds good to me.

Besides, if you consider how many people have no jobs, and are on Plan N of trying to get themselves back to work, we banana split makers have it pretty good. We're employed, we work three feet from a veritable vat of hot fudge, and our work environment smells great!

So, aside from struggling with the mechanics of Plan B, life is good. I only had seven hot flashes yesterday, down from about a thousand the day before.

I'm improving with age.

More later..........