Life in the House of Bear has been mostly sedate now that the fiscal crisis has passed, tho even sedate has it's moments.
We have a new tribe member, the esteemed
beardenjohn, fresh from SoCal thanks to a local job he acquired. Him staying here is only fair, given how he and his partner were the hosts for R back when he had a job in SoCal- karma balances in strange ways, no? For the most part it's been a smooth addition, tho the occasional hiccup happens: it's our habit to go out for breakfast at the local Cafe Java on weekends, but on this last weekend R bowed out due to a work project, K n P took off in their own vehicle (as they had errands to attend to after breakfast), and Beth n I sat for 10 minutes in the garage waiting for John in the other car., but he was inside busy on projects of his own. See, the hinge was that he'd been informed that we were going to breakfast, but John hadn't equated his inclusion in this plan as automatic- as he put it later, 'no' is his usual default in such circumstances, or at least a negotiated acknowledgment either way. Our default is more unified after all this time... heh.
Otherwise it was a smooth weekend: we finally got to host a couple from Temple that we've tried to have over for a good while- scheduling can be quite tricky that way. Sunday we had a nice bbq dinner, but did nothing particularly special, at least that I can remember just now- heh. Domesticity may not be always pretty, but it can often be somewhat dull...
This week is to be much the same, tho R & I are going car shopping later on. The dreaded & wondrous Pittsburgh ladies will be descending upon on us this next weekend, but unlike previous years, there were only 2 who could come this time around. R, Beth & I have other fish to fry, in that this weekend is Beth's 1st birthday and my parents 45th anniversary. Both are milestones of note- it's been an incredible year so far with our little girl, but the latter marks the time, almost 20 years to the day, that I was journeying back to Texas after an incredibly fruitless job hunting experience in California. When I stopped in the Mohave and called my CA friends to say how the trip was going, I was told that I had gotten two job interview offers that very day- the only two that had come out of my efforts.
I dithered a lot, but turned around and came back to Silicon Valley. The first interview was iffy and the job offer was crap, but three weeks later I got the offer from my current employer- and here I've been ever since. Just yesterday I cleared out my cubicle at my work's Austin campus so as to be fully working at home- happy anniversary to me, je?