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hobgoblinn) wrote2008-12-04 09:06 am
hobgoblinn) wrote2008-12-04 09:06 am
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Adventures in Unemployment, and Home Improvement
Still in the job search. Meh. At least one application has generated contact with references, so that's a hopeful sign. And an old Miami colleague invited me to a business advisory board luncheon for a local business college and said she would also pass on my resume and put in a good word for me for a teaching position there.
I have been clearing up clutter-- not boxes worth this time, but table tops collect a surprising amount when not policed regularly. The effort staves off depression, and it lifts my mood to have cleaner surroundings. I moved my base of operations from my cave of a bedroom desk to the living room, which also helps.
Last night I got out to the final rehearsal for the Advent Lessons and Carols service; another good thing. It was the one year anniversary of K's death, and after, when her husband G made a point to thank me for being at the rehearsal and waved off my apologies for not being more regular in attendance, I hugged him and told him I'd been thinking of him today. He told me he still remembered how I came out to the hospice the night she died and helped out with the kids. I hadn't realized such an act-- too little too late, and I've always felt guilty for that-- had made such an impression. I felt sad for the family. I can't imagine what it would be like, losing my Beloved. Or, because I am a writer possessed of unusually good imagination, I kind of can. Just don't want to.
And then when I got home, Sam, my idiot cat, brought me a mouse, carrying it to me like a retriever dog expecting praise. He dropped it at my feet, where, because it still had a little play in it, it disappeared behind the litterbox and into a wooden birdhouse Wee Hob had made that was lying back there.
Wee Hob was most excited. But I took it outside and told him we were not allowed to have more pets. This one was a little injured, but he had managed to disappear by this morning, so maybe he found a warmer hole. I think he came in through an open balcony door earlier in the season, but I haven't seen any signs of him since then, so I thought he'd gone out again. Wee Hob named him "Munchy" then and was very resistant to my efforts to locate and remove the little creature.
Hopefully he does not have a back entrance somewhere I don't know about. He certainly could have easily lived in here since the last warm weather. I'm surprised Sam could even catch it. In case I have not mentioned, he is not very bright.
That's all the news from me. Hope all's well in your worlds. 16 days, 2 hours and 59 minutes until my Beloved arrives here for Christmas.
I have been clearing up clutter-- not boxes worth this time, but table tops collect a surprising amount when not policed regularly. The effort staves off depression, and it lifts my mood to have cleaner surroundings. I moved my base of operations from my cave of a bedroom desk to the living room, which also helps.
Last night I got out to the final rehearsal for the Advent Lessons and Carols service; another good thing. It was the one year anniversary of K's death, and after, when her husband G made a point to thank me for being at the rehearsal and waved off my apologies for not being more regular in attendance, I hugged him and told him I'd been thinking of him today. He told me he still remembered how I came out to the hospice the night she died and helped out with the kids. I hadn't realized such an act-- too little too late, and I've always felt guilty for that-- had made such an impression. I felt sad for the family. I can't imagine what it would be like, losing my Beloved. Or, because I am a writer possessed of unusually good imagination, I kind of can. Just don't want to.
And then when I got home, Sam, my idiot cat, brought me a mouse, carrying it to me like a retriever dog expecting praise. He dropped it at my feet, where, because it still had a little play in it, it disappeared behind the litterbox and into a wooden birdhouse Wee Hob had made that was lying back there.
Wee Hob was most excited. But I took it outside and told him we were not allowed to have more pets. This one was a little injured, but he had managed to disappear by this morning, so maybe he found a warmer hole. I think he came in through an open balcony door earlier in the season, but I haven't seen any signs of him since then, so I thought he'd gone out again. Wee Hob named him "Munchy" then and was very resistant to my efforts to locate and remove the little creature.
Hopefully he does not have a back entrance somewhere I don't know about. He certainly could have easily lived in here since the last warm weather. I'm surprised Sam could even catch it. In case I have not mentioned, he is not very bright.
That's all the news from me. Hope all's well in your worlds. 16 days, 2 hours and 59 minutes until my Beloved arrives here for Christmas.