The beginning is now, and has always been

Hello out there?  My little corner of the bloggyworld has gone awfully quiet.

But no matter, I’ll drivel on anyway.  Thank me later.  I have good news.  Yesterday I had some quality time with the bay and the setting sun, and then with the eclipsing moon.  And I felt so much better.  Today I continued the pattern by borrowing my favorite canine and walking him up in the hills, where I also got my horse fix.  Times like these I think I might not really be a city girl after all.  But I’ll hold out for a few more years, at least.  Not enough queers out in the country, after all.  Anyway, I am newly convinced that life is going to be just fine.  Maybe even super.

I also applied  for three jobs: two doggy day care places and a vet office receptionist, and I’m applying for two more asap: administrative assistant at Arhoolie Records, which distributes roots music, and administrator for a youth choir.  I have a friend, the mom of my favorite canine, who is a career counselor (a very handy friend to have), and today she insinuated that I should decide which career path I want – animals or music – because it could determine the rest of my life.  Now?  Really?  I want desperately to believe that whatever I land in to pay the rent now won’t set a course for the rest of my life, but I also have to keep in mind that she knows what she’s talking about.  Maybe “things always seem to work out” isn’t the best philosophy to keep clinging to.  Maybe.

Can I just vent for a second about how my cell phone is completely dead and how I managed to pack a car charger but not a wall charger to come on the plane with me from camp, but I have no car?  And also how I hate to be so lost without it, but I don’t have any other phone.

An anecdote, just because:

When my parents moved us from San Francisco to New Jersey, they bribed us with a big backyard, a dog, and a swingset.  They actually followed through on all three, and that dog is Yosie, now 14 years old and living with my parents in Florida.  I love my dogs and miss them terribly, and really can’t wait to have a place that lets me have my own.  Really.  I also haven’t quite forgiven my parents for moving us away from San Francisco, but on the other hand I wouldn’t have the life I have if they hadn’t, and now I’m back.  So maybe things really do always work out.

~ by musiclikemercy on August 28, 2007.