Of no import.
There are a ridiculous number of things that I should be doing right now--looking for a job. Handling hf.c's move to a new host company. Responding to e-mails from people who really should know that I care about them. Doing the "homework" for my last interview, this time at an educational publishing company in Nashua housed in a huge, black building that I swear is a dead-wringer for the Death Star.
But there are little wild strawberries growing in the backyard, and the sky is the kind of blue you'd like to see in the eyes of your romantic hero. So I'm not.
I'm suddenly tan and light-haired from my two weeks of unemployment, two weeks spent largely lying in a hammock in the shade of my mother's lilac trees and reading book after book. I only realize that it's a weekday when I go out and about and it occurs to me that everyone I'm seeing is either a senior AARP member or trailed by a line children under 5, like that duck on the Boston Common. It's amazing how life seems to speed up without work, how one day flashes into another when it doesn't much matter. When I initially planned this little window between jobs, I thought at the end of two weeks I'd be going crazy with boredom. But I'm not.
Still, next week I go a-temping. And maybe someday I'll get a real job, all the while wishing that I'd had more freedom, another month or two to do whatever I wanted without the dark cloud that is the future constantly raining on me. A real, proper, summer vacation, just like back in the good old days of high school.
But there are little wild strawberries growing in the backyard, and the sky is the kind of blue you'd like to see in the eyes of your romantic hero. So I'm not.
I'm suddenly tan and light-haired from my two weeks of unemployment, two weeks spent largely lying in a hammock in the shade of my mother's lilac trees and reading book after book. I only realize that it's a weekday when I go out and about and it occurs to me that everyone I'm seeing is either a senior AARP member or trailed by a line children under 5, like that duck on the Boston Common. It's amazing how life seems to speed up without work, how one day flashes into another when it doesn't much matter. When I initially planned this little window between jobs, I thought at the end of two weeks I'd be going crazy with boredom. But I'm not.
Still, next week I go a-temping. And maybe someday I'll get a real job, all the while wishing that I'd had more freedom, another month or two to do whatever I wanted without the dark cloud that is the future constantly raining on me. A real, proper, summer vacation, just like back in the good old days of high school.