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So a lot of things in my life and in the lives of the people around me are in a state of change right now - or are about to change, or have just finished changing. Relationships, residences, apartment mates, jobs, dramas... a lot of things.
And while I must admit to suffering the occasional twinge of worry somewhere deep in my stomach as I await the phone call or e-mail that will seal my professional fate for the next ten months - by now, it must already be decided. But I have not heard yet either way - I find that I am, for the most part, calm.
I think that other people's stresses are getting to me more than my own right now, as I watch a drama continue to unfold that has been happening around me - but has not directly involved me - since some time this spring. And I am watching, of course, with only half a clue what is going on, since so much of it is shrouded in the secrecy of the sort where lots of people know, but not necessarily the right people, and where I have picked up little crumbs and puzzle pieces along the way - mostly without trying - but have, at best, an incomplete picture with one particularly glaring - but perhaps not so important - hole in it.
Yeah, I know. Most of you have not the faintest clue what I am talking about. Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter. It isn't my drama. But today was a pivotal day in that drama, and so that was also part of this time of transition. I hope that, in regard to said drama, this is a transition into a swift and quiet resolution.
In other news, we may have found a fifth apartment mate. And we got a few lamps. And a free sofa. It needs a slipcover, but it is comfy. Certain apartment mates, however, seem to feel that we can do better - but at the very least, we have something. I wish that I had taken a camera along, though, as we tried out the sofa while it was sitting on a sidewalk. It would have been a cute picture.
And my weekend was relaxing - went to visit a friend in Long Beach, got to spend time with a couple other friends, dodged a multiple gaggles of rich high school students on our way to a restaurant in the five towns to eat "dinner" at midnight. Walked on the boardwalk many times. It was good.
And I had a really random idea - but probably not an original one - that it would be interesting to write a novel as a live journal - and let people comment along the way - not critique - just comment as if the entries are real rather than fiction. Of course, I have no clue what I would write about....
And while I must admit to suffering the occasional twinge of worry somewhere deep in my stomach as I await the phone call or e-mail that will seal my professional fate for the next ten months - by now, it must already be decided. But I have not heard yet either way - I find that I am, for the most part, calm.
I think that other people's stresses are getting to me more than my own right now, as I watch a drama continue to unfold that has been happening around me - but has not directly involved me - since some time this spring. And I am watching, of course, with only half a clue what is going on, since so much of it is shrouded in the secrecy of the sort where lots of people know, but not necessarily the right people, and where I have picked up little crumbs and puzzle pieces along the way - mostly without trying - but have, at best, an incomplete picture with one particularly glaring - but perhaps not so important - hole in it.
Yeah, I know. Most of you have not the faintest clue what I am talking about. Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter. It isn't my drama. But today was a pivotal day in that drama, and so that was also part of this time of transition. I hope that, in regard to said drama, this is a transition into a swift and quiet resolution.
In other news, we may have found a fifth apartment mate. And we got a few lamps. And a free sofa. It needs a slipcover, but it is comfy. Certain apartment mates, however, seem to feel that we can do better - but at the very least, we have something. I wish that I had taken a camera along, though, as we tried out the sofa while it was sitting on a sidewalk. It would have been a cute picture.
And my weekend was relaxing - went to visit a friend in Long Beach, got to spend time with a couple other friends, dodged a multiple gaggles of rich high school students on our way to a restaurant in the five towns to eat "dinner" at midnight. Walked on the boardwalk many times. It was good.
And I had a really random idea - but probably not an original one - that it would be interesting to write a novel as a live journal - and let people comment along the way - not critique - just comment as if the entries are real rather than fiction. Of course, I have no clue what I would write about....
