A beautiful evening...
It feels incredibly nice to sit in a quiet house. Life has been coming at me pretty fast and hard lately, and it is just so nice to be able to sit and digest nothing but the sounds of the ceiling fan whirring above me and the song of crickets wafting in through the front door. Nights like this make me wonder what the hell I've been doing in order to miss these moments of solitude and quiet. I really need to make room for more nights like this... just me and the silence. Right now, I just feel satiated. I feel greedy asking life for anything more than what I already have.
As it is, I feel spent. As per usual, my weekend was full of people and places. I helped my friend Jen move from her duplex into a brand spanking new apartment. Austin, Kris, and Peyton spent the weekend with us and Dave and Herlie were over for dinner, yesterday. I'm convinced that Tom is a prince among men, because he spent the entire afternoon moving Jen's heavy furniture down four flights of stairs, and then to the fourth floor of her new apartment complex without so much as a word. Just because I asked him to. Not to mention, he made an amazing batch of his famous chili for dinner yesterday. God fucking damn, I love that man.
Despite being super busy, I've been getting involved in all sorts of new things, and trying to switch things up a little. I've been posting my resume at different places, and I had an interview with a small law firm in Akron last week. I've also started doing some volunteer work with American Red Cross. I work as a victim advocate in the rape crisis center. Basically, I answer hotline calls and go to Stark County hospitals (when called to do so) if I'm on duty. It's really been a very rewarding experience, and I've learned so much.
Other things. I'm also driving around in a new-to-me car... I'm pretty excited because it's a V-4, which will save me a little on gas, and it has 100,000 less miles than the car I was driving before. Good stuff. We purchased it from a friend of ours, and I had an interesting experience at the BMV. Apparently, in order to get new tags, you need a social security card on hand. (Or in the alternative, something that shows your SSN. Apparently, the BMV is taking SSNs off of driver's licenses, and will have phased everyone into this new thing by 2010. So, in order to transact business at the BMV, TAKE YOUR SS CARD WITH YOU, especially if like me, you've renewed recently, and they took it off of your card.) I'm not even sure where my SSN card is, and I probably should look for it, or order a new one. Luckily, I had my friend Colin with me, who was there to switch the title over to my name, and I was able to temporarily sign my power of attorney over to him so that he could sign documents for me and get my tags for my vehicle. Granted, I've known the man for 12 years, but it was still a strange little fucked up experience.
As it is, I feel spent. As per usual, my weekend was full of people and places. I helped my friend Jen move from her duplex into a brand spanking new apartment. Austin, Kris, and Peyton spent the weekend with us and Dave and Herlie were over for dinner, yesterday. I'm convinced that Tom is a prince among men, because he spent the entire afternoon moving Jen's heavy furniture down four flights of stairs, and then to the fourth floor of her new apartment complex without so much as a word. Just because I asked him to. Not to mention, he made an amazing batch of his famous chili for dinner yesterday. God fucking damn, I love that man.
Despite being super busy, I've been getting involved in all sorts of new things, and trying to switch things up a little. I've been posting my resume at different places, and I had an interview with a small law firm in Akron last week. I've also started doing some volunteer work with American Red Cross. I work as a victim advocate in the rape crisis center. Basically, I answer hotline calls and go to Stark County hospitals (when called to do so) if I'm on duty. It's really been a very rewarding experience, and I've learned so much.
Other things. I'm also driving around in a new-to-me car... I'm pretty excited because it's a V-4, which will save me a little on gas, and it has 100,000 less miles than the car I was driving before. Good stuff. We purchased it from a friend of ours, and I had an interesting experience at the BMV. Apparently, in order to get new tags, you need a social security card on hand. (Or in the alternative, something that shows your SSN. Apparently, the BMV is taking SSNs off of driver's licenses, and will have phased everyone into this new thing by 2010. So, in order to transact business at the BMV, TAKE YOUR SS CARD WITH YOU, especially if like me, you've renewed recently, and they took it off of your card.) I'm not even sure where my SSN card is, and I probably should look for it, or order a new one. Luckily, I had my friend Colin with me, who was there to switch the title over to my name, and I was able to temporarily sign my power of attorney over to him so that he could sign documents for me and get my tags for my vehicle. Granted, I've known the man for 12 years, but it was still a strange little fucked up experience.