some people call me the space cowboy
(Yeah, but those people are usually imbibing proscribed substances.) Haven't been called "Maurice" lately, though.
If you like, you may attribute my blog-absence to herding intergalactic space dogies to the hyperspace shipping hub (of course, wouldn't that make me a space cowgirl?) But the reality is much more mundane. I merely have been Useful, which if you know me at all, is much more exciting to me than intergalactic cattle driving.
I've been volunteering with the attorney at the domestic violence shelter, doing research and helping draft documents as her need requires. I had a job interview for a document review temp job yesterday (and even got a haircut beforehand to look respectable-like.) I made lunch plans. I agreed to go do community service with KU Law alumni (there are group t-shirts for the event! I'll do almost anything for a commemorative t-shirt.) I even cleaned my kitchen. (Albeit the state of our laundry, both clean and dirty, is quite disreputable.)
Have also been reading novels like an SUV guzzles unleaded. I feel a disturbance in the force that indicates my time for checking stacks of novels out of library and actually reading them is drawing to a close. I have returned to the children's/Young Adult section of the library and realized how many excellent novels there are that publishers market to a particular age group, but are really appealing to any reader.
I've also come to realization that I've been postponing "adulthood," that cultural trope associated with getting dressed, going to work and contributing to GDP, for the extra years that I've been in school. I caught the television show "What Not To Wear" while I was home last week waiting for the garage repair guy. When I first saw it, I thought the hosts were horrible, savaging people for their unorthodox styles. However, I began to appreciate they were giving pretty good advice for being comfortable in your clothes and feeling good aboutimage you project to the world.
When I dress in sweats and purple crocs, I do feel a lot of like a teenager or college student, and less like a real attorney. While the clothes may not make me an attorney (3 years of tears, textbooks and the bar exams do that, thank you very much) they certainly help me get into the role and feel like one. All I have to do is confront this modern demon of pantyhose (I may go retro back to the panty girdle and stockings.)
There are still things I need to do with my life, like learn Spanish or mastering the art of ironing. I guess I'll just have to figure out how to fit them in.
If you like, you may attribute my blog-absence to herding intergalactic space dogies to the hyperspace shipping hub (of course, wouldn't that make me a space cowgirl?) But the reality is much more mundane. I merely have been Useful, which if you know me at all, is much more exciting to me than intergalactic cattle driving.
I've been volunteering with the attorney at the domestic violence shelter, doing research and helping draft documents as her need requires. I had a job interview for a document review temp job yesterday (and even got a haircut beforehand to look respectable-like.) I made lunch plans. I agreed to go do community service with KU Law alumni (there are group t-shirts for the event! I'll do almost anything for a commemorative t-shirt.) I even cleaned my kitchen. (Albeit the state of our laundry, both clean and dirty, is quite disreputable.)
Have also been reading novels like an SUV guzzles unleaded. I feel a disturbance in the force that indicates my time for checking stacks of novels out of library and actually reading them is drawing to a close. I have returned to the children's/Young Adult section of the library and realized how many excellent novels there are that publishers market to a particular age group, but are really appealing to any reader.
I've also come to realization that I've been postponing "adulthood," that cultural trope associated with getting dressed, going to work and contributing to GDP, for the extra years that I've been in school. I caught the television show "What Not To Wear" while I was home last week waiting for the garage repair guy. When I first saw it, I thought the hosts were horrible, savaging people for their unorthodox styles. However, I began to appreciate they were giving pretty good advice for being comfortable in your clothes and feeling good aboutimage you project to the world.
When I dress in sweats and purple crocs, I do feel a lot of like a teenager or college student, and less like a real attorney. While the clothes may not make me an attorney (3 years of tears, textbooks and the bar exams do that, thank you very much) they certainly help me get into the role and feel like one. All I have to do is confront this modern demon of pantyhose (I may go retro back to the panty girdle and stockings.)
There are still things I need to do with my life, like learn Spanish or mastering the art of ironing. I guess I'll just have to figure out how to fit them in.