Remember when I found out my skull had been in the wrong place for 18 months? That was funny. So funny, we decided to have a reenactment. Courtesy of sleeping in a weird position, I spent most of yesterday moving like an old lady, and wondering whether US chiropractors are as friendly as South African ones. Today I decided on an unorthodox treatment- Jillian Michaels' Yoga Meltdown, free on On Demand. By the end of the 36 minutes, I couldn't decide whether to throttle the little lady or turn lesbian and marry her. Exercise is always such a love/hate deal. To conclude the sordid tale, I feel toned and my neck is more comfortable.
The job search is ongoing. One thing I've learned is never to stop applying, even if you think you've got something in the bag. If you stop sending out applications and watching Craigslist, you'll jinx yourself for sure.
I've recently had an influx of news from friends in my past adventure spots. Some happy, some very sad. It's hard to always be far away when people and animals you care about are being born and/or dying. Despite the fact that I'm constantly leaving places, I am at my core a loyal person, and I become very attached to places and people. Maybe I move so much to avoid attachment and its inherent problems, but in the end I think I do miss out on a lot of pleasure by missing a lot of pain.
It's funny how travel can make you so confident in some ways, and so vulnerable in others. The hardest part of leaving a place is knowing that those people will move on from you, find new friends- people who will stick around. I can't blame them, it's the way the world works. I can visit, but it's a shallow pleasure. But as the years go by, it feels more and more sad to always be the Passer-through, the Unsafe Bet, because "everyone knows she's leaving".
Hm. Well, that was cheerful. For the most part, things are good here, and once I find a job I can take a very queasy weight off my mind.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Intro to Bub's Place
We've named our summer sublet Bub's Place, which happened all on its own. The door has a weak latch, so that unless bolted, it opens at random moments. But it seeemed to me that a ghost was a better explanation, and I named him Beelzebub. Bub takes the credit for most strange noises or motions.
Bub's Place is equipped with free On Demand, wireless internet, and a small library of classics and history texts stored here by the sublettors. Needless to say, I'm a fan, and wish the sublease didn't expire at the end of the summer. My sister would say we've nested, based mostly on the windowsill plants, Mary Rose the rosemary and Simon the basil. But since these delectable herbs belong to Amy, I still feel that no uncomfortable nesting label applies to me.
My success on the job front has been very much in line with the economy (which is now my least favorite word). Someday I'll need to face up to the fact that although my resume is such that most employers do a doubletake, it isn't the kind that makes them spring for the phone. In hiring an office assistant, do you want the sweet older lady with years of experience, or the cute(?) younger sled dog handler/dog walker/wildlife volunteer who spends no more than 6 months in one place? Admittedly, I look like an unsafe bet.
Over the weekend, my sister arrived from Columbus, I tortured her by walking her around the hills, then the next day we drove to the Massachusetts headquarters of my parents. There was an enthusiastic greeting from Ivanhoe, who was trying to figure out how to climb into two laps at once, and of course we got an update on my mother's recent Peru expedition. I stayed a day for the purposes of family time, then took the drive back. The biggest point of the trip was to transfer Valerie's car, a little Nissan named Zoe, to my tender care. V is busily following her heart to Germany, and I have no objection to taking charge of my adorable four-wheeled niece. That's how selfless I am.
And now I've returned to the various quests of Pittsburgh. Finding a job, staying in shape, catching up with friends, and keeping my sanity. Maybe I should think less.
Bub's Place is equipped with free On Demand, wireless internet, and a small library of classics and history texts stored here by the sublettors. Needless to say, I'm a fan, and wish the sublease didn't expire at the end of the summer. My sister would say we've nested, based mostly on the windowsill plants, Mary Rose the rosemary and Simon the basil. But since these delectable herbs belong to Amy, I still feel that no uncomfortable nesting label applies to me.
My success on the job front has been very much in line with the economy (which is now my least favorite word). Someday I'll need to face up to the fact that although my resume is such that most employers do a doubletake, it isn't the kind that makes them spring for the phone. In hiring an office assistant, do you want the sweet older lady with years of experience, or the cute(?) younger sled dog handler/dog walker/wildlife volunteer who spends no more than 6 months in one place? Admittedly, I look like an unsafe bet.
Over the weekend, my sister arrived from Columbus, I tortured her by walking her around the hills, then the next day we drove to the Massachusetts headquarters of my parents. There was an enthusiastic greeting from Ivanhoe, who was trying to figure out how to climb into two laps at once, and of course we got an update on my mother's recent Peru expedition. I stayed a day for the purposes of family time, then took the drive back. The biggest point of the trip was to transfer Valerie's car, a little Nissan named Zoe, to my tender care. V is busily following her heart to Germany, and I have no objection to taking charge of my adorable four-wheeled niece. That's how selfless I am.
And now I've returned to the various quests of Pittsburgh. Finding a job, staying in shape, catching up with friends, and keeping my sanity. Maybe I should think less.
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