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Well, I've been a bit busy over the last two months.................
In early September I moved out.
I moved in with the lovely and talented Miss Amy. She is awesome, and has welcomed me into her home with sharing warmth.
I appreciate her very very much.
The divorce is nowhere in sight, but that's not a huge rush at the moment. I have plenty of other fish in my net - and all ready for fryin'.
Soon after the semester started I took on a new job - or, rather, had a bunch of new jobs tacked onto my old one. It took until this past Friday for me to FINALLY start being paid for them. State appointments take fucking forever to go through. And I still have to endure a search.
But I now have a line job with bennies! I have about a week to look over the giganto-pak of brochures and stuff and decide on my health plan (leaning towards the high-deductible one), and my retirement plan.
I really must talk to her about some of that investment stuff. I intended to call this past weekend but didn't get the chance. I still miss her. Recently, a lot.
About two weeks ago, I came home to find a large cardboard envelope leaning against the door. Inside it was my Bachelor of Music in Composition degree. I wept when I first looked upon it. I worked so hard for so long to get it. It seemed quite anti-climactic somehow.
Now, if I can get into the program, I want to pursue a Masters in Creative Writing.
On a very related note, this year I have decided to take the National Novel Writing Month Challenge. Starting on Wednesday, I am going to begin my novel. If I can just churn out 1667 words per day, I'll have a 50,000 word novel by December. I have persuaded three other highly creative people I know to join me in creatively adding to the substance of the universe. Between the four of us, somebody is gonna end up with something really good when it's all said and done.
I am going to Manhattan for Xmas once again. I decided about a week ago, cruised over to Expedia, and put together a package including 8 days at a midtown hotel. Unlike every other time I've gone, this time I have no activities whatsoever planned. I am going to just go and be alone among the multitudes and do any damn thing I want (well, within reason).
Along with this new job - much of which involves taking care of scheduing the hundreds of events the School Of Music puts on every year, I persuaded The Powers at school to buy me a kickass little PDA to help me manage all of the scheduling. Specifically, they got me a Palm LifeDrive. I am liking it very much. PDA's are extremely convenient and powerful little devices these days. I bought meself a little folding keyboard as well, and so I plan on doing as much writing as I can wherever and whenever. I require discipline, and I plan on using this device to help me gain it.
Finally, my father is dying. I talked to him last night for a little while, and he doesn't sound very good. He has cancer in his lungs and his liver, and has refused chemo. I don't bame him. The doc said that chemo would prolong his life anywhere from three to six weeks. Hell, if that's all it can offer, I'd say fuckit too. I have the distinct impression that this is all going to happen very fast. Being a believer, he believes that God is going to fully heal him. It would indeed be nice were that to happen, but I have no such illusions. I believe that God is most likely going to do exactly what he always does: Jack Shit. Thus, sometime over the next month or two I am going to need to go up and say goodbye to my Dad. This is going to suck.