in my absence

During my vacation from the blogosphere:

K had a great meeting with a company he'd love to work for. They were suitably impressed with his experience but have no work.

Oldest went out of town for a few days to a rural locale. Half of his trip was geared toward finding work there and half was about thinking about moving far away on his own.

Middle and Youngest, with milk cartons, green army men, cans of dust-off, and popsicle sticks, and spray paint, and plastic tubing, and a baby pool, built a battle scene in our yard and filmed it. It's the invasion at Normandy.

I set up appointments for a nostalgic week. On Tuesday I will meet with a woman I worked with in the late 1600's. We are going to discuss my "skill set" and possibilities for employment. She has built a business placing important people in important jobs and though I am not important I could easily assist someone who is. After we are done with our chat, she and I will meet two men I used to work with and we will all drink. M is now an important executive and S is a very impressive literary agent and we all worked together in the late 1600's.

Later in the week I'm having lunch with my favorite college professor. I emailed him to ask his advice on my future endeavors and he said he had just been thinking about me. When I was a tiny little child I was his teaching assistant and we have remained friends all these years. I am hoping for a tuna salad sandwich from the off-campus deli.

I feel like I am on the brink of a very big thing - this idea of going to work. I am afraid and excited and sad, but in the back of my mind I think that it's time and, as things fall slowly and cleverly into place, it feels somewhat natural. Of course I see drama in all of it...people I hadn't thought of in ages float into my memory, emails and phone calls seem to point me in particular directions - I'm all about the symbolism.

But enough about that. No. Wait. Do you realize that I do not OWN go-to-work clothes?
I don't! Get to work on that. I'll be perusing the Old Navy website and visiting H & M.
And speaking of my appearance: I hadn't colored my hair in months, I had it cut very very short (think Fluid Pudding or Susan Wagner) and it was, for one hour, my natural color. What IS my natural color you wonder? Sort of a blond raccoon with white stripes. AND, if that weren't enough, I have a fist-sized white spot over my right ear.
That'll keep you up tonight, eh?