ap⋅pre⋅hen⋅sion [ap-ri-hen-shuhn] –noun
1. anticipation of adversity or misfortune; suspicion or fear of future trouble or evil.
2. the faculty or act of apprehending, esp. intuitive understanding; perception on a direct and immediate level.
3. acceptance of or receptivity to information without passing judgment on its validity, often without complete comprehension.
4. a view, opinion, or idea on any subject.
5. the act of arresting; seizure.
I have been a bit apprehensive lately. I think a lot of it has to do with the unknowable future of my job. My office is currently going week by week (literally), so before each pay check, I hold my breath to see if my pay has been cut, only to let that breath out with a sigh of relief---ah! Not yet! (But soon. But soon.)
UPDATE: So, um...I guess I am also psychic. Because today I was pulled aside and told that as of January 31, 2009, I will be out of a job. I am loving this year so far, oh yeah.
I am also worried about the future of the country. I want this President to do well. I worry that there are so many expectations and hopes riding on him that he cannot but fail. Our country is so divided and torn and desperate. It needs healing and help. I hope that this will happen.
Another bit of worry: without very much research or planning (very atypical of me), we have purchased an Iguana for our son (its an early Birthday Present). I have no idea how to take care of an iguana (and yes, supposedly this is going to be Michael’s responsibility). Good news—my husband had one when he was a kid. I think this apprehension will go away soon. (Pepe (or is it Peppy?) is a cute lizard—I will have pictures for Show & Tell)
I am also apprehensive about Michael’s Birthday Party. I have my usual jitters about whether anyone will show up, but I am also worried because this is the most expensive party we have ever done. And its Michael’s last themed party (he can't be really turning 10 Years Old--No way!!). And I want to make sure it goes off okay. And I might be laid off by the time it happens (next month).
Oh…and there is the leak in the upstairs bathroom (the downstairs bathroom ceiling is showing the water marks, but we do not know where its coming from—I think the bath tub). We are getting ready to call the plumber (it’s a slow leak—but it’s a leak nonetheless). UGH.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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