Is everyone tired of seeing that sinister jar of figs at the top of this page? Rightly so. Almost daily I’ve thought I should try and post something, but the Creative Inspiration Level is currently running low. I have a lot going on right now, and just the idea of writing wearies me even more. I have to find an apartment and move by June 30th. I also have to apply for and interview for the job I’ve been doing for the last year, to change my title from “Acting Department Head” to “Department Head”.
Then there is this: my sister just interviewed for a big time job at Cornell. Victoria got engaged, to an incredibly nice and fun guy. Bianca just got back from London. Three of my friends and one cousin are expecting babies this year, and another cousin just had a baby. People are buying houses; intense yearning doesn’t even begin to describe how badly I want that for myself. All the things I want RIGHT NOW are happening to everyone else – vacations in Europe, a new city to live in, a better job, a house. This surplus of other people’s happy news makes me examine where I am in life. I start to wonder, where’s mine? Is anything ever going to happen for me?
But, there is this: Sunday is the Doggie Carnival. One year ago, I escorted Lady Buttercup to this event at Forsyth Park by myself. For a change, there was actually a cute guy there with a dog of his own. So I walked right up to him and asked him his dog’s name. He said, “Natasha” and I said, “That’s my sister’s name!”, and I met Owen exactly how I’d dreamed of meeting someone: Hollywood movie-style, and with the aid of Lady Buttercup. So I’ve got the important thing covered, and the rest is surely on its way.
