One of the things I’ve been
trying to do every day is this.
Not only this, or, well, a big
part of this at this particular
time is to try not to overstate
the particulars that might be
getting me and many of the
rest of us down, but to instead
go about the business of finding
one or two things that might be
uplifting, happy-spirited, some
sort of nourishment for the spirit.
That part is a thing I do here on
occasion, where I find something
thematic to dwell upon for a while,
or some sort of parameter or repeti
tion (like, say, beginning each with
an epigraph of sorts by a certain poet,
for example). Tonight, I have a lot to
worry about, so much so that it can
(and has) become overwhelming, but
at the very same time I have a lot to
celebrate, as well. So let’s concen
trate on the latter, as I’ve been try
ing so hard to do this past few days
(and it has, I must admit, been dif
ficult – but so what, right?). I had
a second interview this morning.
Great company. It went okay, I
think. And this has been an over
whelming trend quite recently,
that is getting more than one and
sometimes two interviews, being
“in the running” so to speak (as
I would be if I had only one in
terview, of course, but still...).
And before that interview, I
received a call from the per
son who has been my contact
at another fine firm through
two interviews thus far. She
wanted to schedule (and did!)
a third interview, and that went
into the calendar on Thursday
morning, this Thursday—they
have come fast and furious,
the interviews this time around,
so much so that at times my
head begins to spin and I get
a little confused as to whom it
is I may be speaking with at
any given moment. What else?
Oh, all of my laundry is now
officially done. Except for a
couple of items that are still
drying. This has taken me
weeks, it seems. No, it’s
true, it’s taken me weeks,
because I’ve been doing
everything in my sink and
in my two buckets which
are usually kept tucked
underneath the sink. Oh,
and Seth Myers is back!
After a long hiatus in
which both his and
Stephen Colbert’s late
night talk shows have
been off the air for what
seems like the entirety of
summer, thus far. What a
relief to have at least Seth
Myers back! Oh, and one
more thing before I sign
off for the evening: for
dinner, I was treated to
a cheeseburger, a caesar
salad and, treat of treats,
a strawberry milkshake.
To the person who regaled
me with such a treat, well,
my heart is yours. Mom
always said that the way
to a man’s heart is through
his stomach. Mom, on this
point, is right on the button.
celebrate, as well. So let’s concen
trate on the latter, as I’ve been try
ing so hard to do this past few days
(and it has, I must admit, been dif
ficult – but so what, right?). I had
a second interview this morning.
Great company. It went okay, I
think. And this has been an over
whelming trend quite recently,
that is getting more than one and
sometimes two interviews, being
“in the running” so to speak (as
I would be if I had only one in
terview, of course, but still...).
And before that interview, I
received a call from the per
son who has been my contact
at another fine firm through
two interviews thus far. She
wanted to schedule (and did!)
a third interview, and that went
into the calendar on Thursday
morning, this Thursday—they
have come fast and furious,
the interviews this time around,
so much so that at times my
head begins to spin and I get
a little confused as to whom it
is I may be speaking with at
any given moment. What else?
Oh, all of my laundry is now
officially done. Except for a
couple of items that are still
drying. This has taken me
weeks, it seems. No, it’s
true, it’s taken me weeks,
because I’ve been doing
everything in my sink and
in my two buckets which
are usually kept tucked
underneath the sink. Oh,
and Seth Myers is back!
After a long hiatus in
which both his and
Stephen Colbert’s late
night talk shows have
been off the air for what
seems like the entirety of
summer, thus far. What a
relief to have at least Seth
Myers back! Oh, and one
more thing before I sign
off for the evening: for
dinner, I was treated to
a cheeseburger, a caesar
salad and, treat of treats,
a strawberry milkshake.
To the person who regaled
me with such a treat, well,
my heart is yours. Mom
always said that the way
to a man’s heart is through
his stomach. Mom, on this
point, is right on the button.
