A New Contract, and So Much to Think About...

My Washington license application will take a while. As of now, nothing has been processed. They haven't even cashed my check yet. It's been weeks. I had hoped to at least get the fingerprinting done when I arrived, but no go. So, no Wenatchee. And with bills needing payment and money getting scarce, I called my recruiter last week. Long story short, I signed a contract with a Sutter hospital in Antioch, CA yesterday. I actually know the area, it's an old shopping stomping ground when I worked in the Bay area and lived in Pittsburg. Yes it's a city, but more laid-back than Frisco and Oakland.

As I said in my last post, this is going to be quite a year. While in Quincy, I developed and nurtured a relationship. And it's serious enough to talk of permanence. And we talked this evening about it. We'll talk more as the days go by...okay, Curious Reader, I am happy. That's all I can reveal on the matter. I am happy.

So this is going to be a very busy week. All the medical requirements (PPD, drug testing, pre-employment physical, etc. ect.) are getting done, online skills tests I need to finish, housing I need to find, packing I need to do. I leave Saturday to arrive Sunday with an overnight stay at Klamath Falls. I start Tuesday, giving me Monday to relax and do some shopping. I hope I get a studio apartment with a kitchenette, or a motel with a kitchenette, or a room with kitchen privileges. You get the idea. I need to cook my own meals.

So my interim at home is short and busy. And since I needed to go back to Cali, I wished it was to Quincy. More later..

Hello, 2018!

...and here I am, two years later. Travel nursing has taken me to rural areas with poor connections and a very busy schedule. Mind you, I love rural nursing, I learned so much because I need to wear many hats. And rural nursing has put me back to old-fashioned bedside nursing, of caring for folks of all ages. I like that. But as for blogging, it had been put aside. I had a hard time accessing this blog. And I cannot pass up living in rural communities. I simply must be a part of it. Good bye, city life, I am a small-town country gal at heart to begin with, and had despised the noise and traffic and rudeness and loneliness of cities, and I enjoy the gardens and local shops and live theaters and the friendships.

So, right now, I had just gotten back a week ago from a year-long assignment from a rural town in Northern California one hour from Reno. Getting over the flu and sleeping a lot. But it didn't take me long to get back to my at-home ways, of cooking and baking and crocheting and reading. Bills got paid. Cleaning got done. I talked to my recruiter for the next job -- quite possibly I will go back to Quincy, but I applied for my Washington license. I really, REALLY, would rather find work here and live at home. Poor Miss Bayles, my cat, was so perturbed at me for my being gone too long, that she lectured me a long time, and then couldn't leave me out of her site and has taken to following me from room to room and jumping on my lap as soon as I sit down. Right now she sleeps on the pillow next to me, contented after some fresh tuna..

And there's my writing. I was able to get some writing done while away. Poetry. In legal pads, but better than nothing. I need to edit my old novels, and this is the month to start. And this is the year to make submissions, even if just my poetry.

And what a year this will be! Stay tuned...