All morning the backhoes and loaders have been filling dump trucks with mountains of snow and carting them away, widening streets and reducing the likelihood of a head-on collision at every intersection. Between that and the climbing temperatures, last week's blizzard remnants are rapidly disappearing. Larger patches of ground are visible on the lawn, and a few very confused bulbs have started to poke a nose out of the ground to find out what's up. The Groundhog (that dirty liar!) is still buried up to his misinformed whiskers, but my hopes are still high. Spring can't be far away now!
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.
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.
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