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This
autumn has been anything but typical.
Being underemployed/unemployed since
I left the PhD program has been a rough
ride. After these many years of knocking
on doors and finding them closed and
locked, I had come to wonder if all
doors were
now
closed. "Better late than never", they say. The doors are opening wide enough for only one big toe, that is to be sure. The change I am noticing is not heralded by overwhelming or sudden success, oh no. What has changed is that the door has been unlocked. Who knew that being a success in the academic world, contributing original work to the library of congress, would close doors, not open them. I have just returned from a job interview. I won't know how I made out until next spring. I am exhausted after all my preparations and traveling to attend the interview and glad that it is behind me. My local on-call job is offering me some hours in November, that will not add up to constitute one whole day of work. Not a great situation and I certainly cannot support the new car with so few hours of work. Attila and I had taken this eventuality into account when we purchased the car and should be able to tighten our belts sufficiently to make the payments through the winter. We visited Terra and Lares, staying with them for a few nights. They are wonderful hosts, and we had a lovely time. While we were visiting Terra she enrolled in her college program, congratulations to her, well done! We also had a chance to visit Luna and Janus et al for an evening. What happy chaos they live in. Children everywhere, it hardly seemed possible there were only three of them! Imp and Elf are changing every time we see them, growing up oh so quickly, three years old already. Tink is mesmerized by her older brother and sister, watching them constantly and trying to "talk" to them. I have a feeling she will be inspired to acquire language at a very young age. The new car made the trip easily and comfortably. What a difference from our little car! We used a bit more fuel getting there and back, than we would have with the little car, but it was worth every additional penny to travel in such comfort. Things have been so hectic that I found myself actually looking forward to getting home and back into some of our cherished routines. The morning coffee in front of the fireplace is one of my favourite times of the day. Mist is in heaven, abandoning laps to bask in front of the fireplace and make adoring eyes at Attila, the maker of fires. The leaves are all gone now, but for a few brown and wizened oak leaves clinging, as if by a thread, to the bare branches. The sun is shining, melting the thick frost that blanketed the world at dawn. Attila is planning a turkey dinner for tomorrow evening. We are celebrating being alive. I've begun to work on my second genealogy book, one that will trace my own family roots. This one will come under heavy scrutiny by other family researchers and so requires meticulous care. Slowly but surely it is coming together. My first book, based on a friends family history, sold seven copies, to my surprise. |
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