When I'm driving and there's this cute guy on the side of the road walking on the sidewalk. I find that I'm not checking him out, but his dog. I find that when there are people walking, I'm not so fascinated with them, as I am with their furry friends with them. Which leads me to think it's getting close to the time that I find my own furry friend as well.
Interviews went well. They both were very telling about the organizations I would be working for. They both let me know the kind of support they were offering. I was offered and took one of the positions. Wee! I am now employed! Well, almost. I have to wait for the background clearances to go through. The FBI fingerprint one is back already. Now, I'm just waiting on the state! The position is about 30 minutes with no traffic from where I currently live. Just up the road from King of Prussia, actually. It's going to be an amazing experience working with teens in a residential setting. It's going to be such hard, but good and important work.
I'm meeting up with my dad and step-mom today for lunch. Nothing fancy -- Wegman's in KoP. But, they just got home from Scotland, so that means they will have photos and stories to share. It will be good to see them. They've been gone for a little over two weeks.
I've been knitting hard projects. Some harder than others. I just finished a sweater. I am working on two shawls that both require a ton of attention at the moment. One is all lacy and has some cabling going on and the other has lace that I'm adding beads to. That takes forever. It takes even longer when your mother's dog pounces on your lap, gets in your face and barks any time you pick up your knitting. That makes things a little harder.
I've been forcing myself to spend time with my book -- the one that's been picked up by a publisher -- the one that's titled What the Doctors Don't Tell You. It's been hard going. It's a bit like sticking one's hand in ones own chest, rooting around in there looking for one's heart and guts -- not too unlike one sees in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I've got this sort of funny routine down. I sit down on a couch with my computer and say, "I'm not getting up from here until I've worked on my book." I then proceed to play on FB, check my email, update myfitnesspal and when I've exhausted things to do on-line, I fall over onto my side and fall asleep. When I wake up, which is anywhere between a half an hour and two hours, I sit back up and start to clickety-clack away. Once I get going, it's hard to pull me away. One night I was supposed to make dinner for 6 or 6.30 -- I don't think I stood up from my computer until a quarter to seven. It's so hard to get going in the chest ripping details (please note I did not say bodice ripping details), but once I get going, it's so hard to stop. Once I walk away from the computer, it's so hard to start again. I need to finish it. I need to finish it before my job gets started. I need to finish it so that I can write the totally zany novel I have in my head. Which I just got another detail for -- at the gynecologist's last night with the help of my doctor! How great is that?? No, I'm not sharing what idea popped in my head at the vaginacologist (as one of my former students and her step-sister calls that doctor). But, it's as zany as the rest of the book is going to be. ...Perhaps I read too much Douglas Adams and Tom Robbins when I was little (like 12).
Okay. Off to meet the parental figures! Off to the counselor and then my own regular doctor for him to fill out some forms so that I can work for the people who have hired me. Then what? .... Um, knitting in Manayunk and dinner with friends. We found this great restaurant across the street from Hidden River Yarns. I had their gazpacho with crab last week and I've been thinking about it ever since. Huzzah!
Interviews went well. They both were very telling about the organizations I would be working for. They both let me know the kind of support they were offering. I was offered and took one of the positions. Wee! I am now employed! Well, almost. I have to wait for the background clearances to go through. The FBI fingerprint one is back already. Now, I'm just waiting on the state! The position is about 30 minutes with no traffic from where I currently live. Just up the road from King of Prussia, actually. It's going to be an amazing experience working with teens in a residential setting. It's going to be such hard, but good and important work.
I'm meeting up with my dad and step-mom today for lunch. Nothing fancy -- Wegman's in KoP. But, they just got home from Scotland, so that means they will have photos and stories to share. It will be good to see them. They've been gone for a little over two weeks.
I've been knitting hard projects. Some harder than others. I just finished a sweater. I am working on two shawls that both require a ton of attention at the moment. One is all lacy and has some cabling going on and the other has lace that I'm adding beads to. That takes forever. It takes even longer when your mother's dog pounces on your lap, gets in your face and barks any time you pick up your knitting. That makes things a little harder.
I've been forcing myself to spend time with my book -- the one that's been picked up by a publisher -- the one that's titled What the Doctors Don't Tell You. It's been hard going. It's a bit like sticking one's hand in ones own chest, rooting around in there looking for one's heart and guts -- not too unlike one sees in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I've got this sort of funny routine down. I sit down on a couch with my computer and say, "I'm not getting up from here until I've worked on my book." I then proceed to play on FB, check my email, update myfitnesspal and when I've exhausted things to do on-line, I fall over onto my side and fall asleep. When I wake up, which is anywhere between a half an hour and two hours, I sit back up and start to clickety-clack away. Once I get going, it's hard to pull me away. One night I was supposed to make dinner for 6 or 6.30 -- I don't think I stood up from my computer until a quarter to seven. It's so hard to get going in the chest ripping details (please note I did not say bodice ripping details), but once I get going, it's so hard to stop. Once I walk away from the computer, it's so hard to start again. I need to finish it. I need to finish it before my job gets started. I need to finish it so that I can write the totally zany novel I have in my head. Which I just got another detail for -- at the gynecologist's last night with the help of my doctor! How great is that?? No, I'm not sharing what idea popped in my head at the vaginacologist (as one of my former students and her step-sister calls that doctor). But, it's as zany as the rest of the book is going to be. ...Perhaps I read too much Douglas Adams and Tom Robbins when I was little (like 12).
Okay. Off to meet the parental figures! Off to the counselor and then my own regular doctor for him to fill out some forms so that I can work for the people who have hired me. Then what? .... Um, knitting in Manayunk and dinner with friends. We found this great restaurant across the street from Hidden River Yarns. I had their gazpacho with crab last week and I've been thinking about it ever since. Huzzah!