5 Go-old riiiiiiings…
The past month has been filled with myriad crazy days, including but not limited to: 12 family members, 11 Christmas dinners (or maybe 2, but we needed an ‘11′), 10 days without a spouse, 9 hours flying, 8 days of freezing rain, 7 kinds of soup, 6 missed days of class, 5 interviews, 4 seasons of America’s Next Top Model, 3 family dogs, 2 highschool friends, and onnnnnnne rennnnnntaaaal caaaaaar.
I can’t say much about the interviews, because I don’t yet have a position. I am sure there are interns out there whose job it is to cybersearch applicants, collecting miscellaneous information about them they inadvertently shared with the world via "the internets." Tyler warned me about people losing their jobs over blogs, and I have been sobered considerably. I will say this: some went well, some went mediocre, but the ones I want the most went the best. February 23rd is the teaser, and the 26th is the big reveal. I’ll keep you posted. With a post, likely.
My life does not yet feel settled - missing a week of class has made me feel quite disconnected. I’m not behind in my work, but I certainly have no idea what is going on. Due to interviews, I haven’t been to my chaplain’s office yet, and then this week they found mold in the building, so I can’t even get in if I would like. My client load is considerably smaller than when I left, and I find myself with time to read my books…and yet, I still can’t seem to get around to cleaning the bathroom, even though I wrote a sticky note to myself and placed it on the bathroom mirror. Things are heavy and light, fun and boring. Hmm…sounds like normal life, I guess.
I will, however, tell you about this piece of new thing in our lives: last night, we had finished dinner and I nonchallantly mentioned to Matt that I had found a bag of chocolate chips in the cupboard when I thought we were out. He says, "Why aren’t they on the table?"
We started to delicately eat the chips, two at a time, as though we really were going to eat only a tablespoon worth, as the serving size suggested. We had lit candles on the table - good for ambience, yes, but particularly useful as our dining room light is halfway burned out, and our place always has a nondescript stink to it. After a while, Matt put a couple chips on his soup spoon, and held it over the tealight, melting it to chocolately dessert. Hard to say why melted chips are more desserty than solid chips…perhaps it is in the act of cooking, changing its entropic state. Realizing it hurts to lick melted chocolate from a flame-kissed spoon, he picked up another spoon - a retriever spoon, if you will - to remove the still-melty chocolate from the sizzling receptacle spoon. It was like watching an artist.
Which reminds me of something else Matt did last night that mesmerized me: I recently came across this band, cheb i sabbah - an East Indian-esque/techno group that I was listening to on allofmp3.com (*sob*…don’t get me started). I look over, and Matt has begun to drop his hip in time to the music, looking off into space with the expression of a coy bellydancer, oblivious to my attentions.
I laughed.
And then I ate some more chocolate. Which reminds me….I haven’t gone to the gym in a month now. My excuse since I have been back is that I left my gym shoes in MN, but they should be here any day, and then I will be out of smoke and mirrors.
But I digress…my real point in all of this is that while the preponderance of television is exquisitely average, there are those pieces, those commentaries on world events and the needs of society, that make me so grateful we own rabbit ears. And your name is "American Idol Auditions."
-l
