Valentine's Day has come and gone, another milestone in the march towards better weather, the final obstacle traditionally being Saint Patrick's Day in this neck of the woods. And while we're on the subject, why is it "Saint Patrick's Day" but just "Valentine's Day"? I guess chocolate isn't as important as beer. In any event, Himself spent the evening caring for his parents while I helped out backstage at a production of "Almost Maine" at the local community theater. I dropped a shoe on cue, and made it snow onstage. Not exactly romantic, but any participation in theater is always much better than a box of chocolates. Now if I could just land a part in something. It's been ages.
The job hunt continues, while I spend a few hours every week at the boutique trying to run the cash register, which I find intimidating. Another job interview looms next week, at more than twice the hours and at fifty percent more pay. And who knows where that may lead or who I might meet? The last time I took a "temporary job" it lasted twenty-two years.