And now it's hotter still
*Whine, pout, cry*. Well, maybe not the cry part, since I'm trying to conserve water and avoid dehydration, but if anything, it feels hotter outside today than it did yesterday. That means, in short, still no trip to Rosie's. Sigh, gripe, bitch... Okay, now that *that* is out of my system. Ended up running into a friend while I was at Borders snatching up the latest J.A. Jance paperback (and there's a new Beaumont book in hardcover -- want, *need*, can't justify the expense...), and we had a very nice quick lunch together. He tells me that Big Public University doesn't determine its adjunct assignments until THE VERY LAST MINUTE, which both gives me hope and yet terrifies me, if that makes sense. I turned in an application for fall teaching, assuming it would be something of a fall-back job in case I hadn't found something better by then. Well, I have yet to find something better, BUT I'm still a little bit ambivalent about going back into the teaching thing, especially if I'm going to have almost no time to prepare my classes before the semester starts, and of course there's still NO guarantee at all that my curriculum vita will impress the decision-makers enough to net me one of those adjunct gigs.
Today, I'll just concentrate on what I can control, namely doing laundry and making phone calls. This evening, DH has promised to take me out to our favorite place for an Irish pub dinner -- not to be confused with our favorite place for an Irish pub *brunch* -- and I'll subject myself to another snakebite. (It's a yummy, light combination of lager and hard cider, tastes heavenly all cool, light and tart. Better than I deserve, by a factor of nine.) Over the weekend, ideally, I'll have time for knitting and writing -- must set down some thoughts for the lj moods I chose, and get a few more rows along on my Litla Dimun shawl (from Cheryl Oberle's book _Folk Shawls_). Oh, yes, and I should make an effort to get to a party for a fellow knitter, who is now IN REMISSION from cancer (happy dance! happy dance!). She was so sweet to invite me, a near-stranger, during the latest knit-together, so I really should pop my head in and say hi, drop off a few nice bottles of beer, and be reciprocally generous and sweet.
Oh, yeah, and the Yarn (www.yarnharlot.ca) Harlot just swept through Seattle, my old near-hometown. I hope my fellow 'Seattleites of love" treated her well. She is quite the funny blogger about all things knitting, family and life-as-it-happens.
Off to consummate my affair with Mr. Washie, as the Harlot calls her own washing machine. Toodles!
Today, I'll just concentrate on what I can control, namely doing laundry and making phone calls. This evening, DH has promised to take me out to our favorite place for an Irish pub dinner -- not to be confused with our favorite place for an Irish pub *brunch* -- and I'll subject myself to another snakebite. (It's a yummy, light combination of lager and hard cider, tastes heavenly all cool, light and tart. Better than I deserve, by a factor of nine.) Over the weekend, ideally, I'll have time for knitting and writing -- must set down some thoughts for the lj moods I chose, and get a few more rows along on my Litla Dimun shawl (from Cheryl Oberle's book _Folk Shawls_). Oh, yes, and I should make an effort to get to a party for a fellow knitter, who is now IN REMISSION from cancer (happy dance! happy dance!). She was so sweet to invite me, a near-stranger, during the latest knit-together, so I really should pop my head in and say hi, drop off a few nice bottles of beer, and be reciprocally generous and sweet.
Oh, yeah, and the Yarn (www.yarnharlot.ca) Harlot just swept through Seattle, my old near-hometown. I hope my fellow 'Seattleites of love" treated her well. She is quite the funny blogger about all things knitting, family and life-as-it-happens.
Off to consummate my affair with Mr. Washie, as the Harlot calls her own washing machine. Toodles!