Is No News Really Good News?

Had an interview on Wednesday last week that I thought went fabulously well. Now it's Tuesday morning and I haven't heard from them yet. I'm curious if that's a good sign... I hope so. I want this new job.

In all fairness, when I went into the interview, all I really wanted was an OFFER of a new job so I could bring it back to work and ask if I could telecommute from Tucson instead. But this place--OH.MY.GOSH! It's the coolest place ever. If/when I get the job, I'll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, I'm going back to Tucson on Thursday May 7th for the weekend. I'm lining up a few more interveiws for Friday, including one at the school I've found for Emily, and I'm going to try to find a small furnished place to let through the end of July (yeah, not the first like I originally thought) when our house is vacant and ready for us to move in (there are potential pitfalls there, so cross fingers it happens the way we want).

Nothing else to post about. Just a status update. Working on pulling it all together.

Get Back To Where You Once Belonged

I've been in Tucson since Saturday afternoon. I'll be here until this Saturday. The week is half over and it's going far too fast.

My job interview Monday morning was wonderful. I have a second (for the same job) today at 3:00.

David and I went to Home Depot earlier this week to pick out new stuff. We found our washer/dryer set, a refrigerator we both like, a new range & oven, and even talked about a dishwasher, though that's not a priority just yet. Oh, also paint colors and tile for the outside of the house.

Now we're goofing around in Photoshop to see how it all pulls together.

The tenant in his house has until July 1 to exercise his purchase option (and we mean finished with escrow by July 1), or vacate. I'm kind of hoping he vacates. I don't want to be a renter.

I'm not sure what else to say. It's prettier here than I remembered and I'm having a marvelous week. I'm looking forward to being here.

New Toy!

I moved from one Verizon phone plan to another (yes, that is shameless promotion--I love Verizon and I will give them free plugs anytime).

As a result of that move, I got to pick out a new phone.

Ooh, Shiney!



Oh--and hey, check this out--it also has fabulous texting functions!

Countdown

Leaving for 8 days and 7 nights in Tucson on April 11th. Very, very early in the morning. I'm ready to go right now. I've decided Tom Petty is right--the waiting is the hardest part.

Also, I have a job interview lined up for the week I'm there. Gonna try to arrange more than just the one. Keep good thoughts for that...

I'll try to post soon. Maybe.

The Truth of Where I've Been

So here’s the thing—I met this guy, see, and he has swept me off my feet. You know how you can prepare your favorite meal exactly the same way every time and totally enjoy it every single time, but then someone comes along and adds just the subtlest change and you suddenly realize that where it was great before it’s PERFECT now?

Yeah, well, it’s sorta like that. Only better.

Here I was, loving my town of Portland, loving Emily’s school, loving our household dynamic, loving my job (finally!), moving through my life with love and happiness and joy (less the winter illnesses, but in the big picture those don’t count), and suddenly I’ve added awe and wonder and a different kind of love to the picture. Where before I didn’t know anything was missing, now I am whole. I’m not sure how to describe the feeling other than as fulfilling. It’s like “Oh, there you are! So that’s what’s been missing all this time!”

And oh.my.god. It is Fucking Fabulous!

I love language. Yeah, you already knew that. I love words and their meanings and subtleties. You probably already know that the name Aimee means “beloved”. Do you know that there’s also a male name that means beloved? There is. His name is David. Do I need to state the obvious correlation here? We are each other’s beloved.

But you know there’s a catch, don’t you? Because if there wasn’t, I would have written about it months ago, when it first started, right? You’d have been privy to the disgustingly sweet details from the beginning if there wasn’t a catch, wouldn’t you have?

Of course.

In fact, let’s not do anything simply, shall we? Let’s say instead that rather than “a” catch there are perhaps a few catches… Nothing simple for Aimee. Apparently the universe believes I need steeper learning curves than most people. It’s cool. I can take it. (Or at least that’s what I say out loud when I’m not weeping into my oatmeal.)

Last Thursday was the 27th year anniversary of the first time we kissed. He was my high school boyfriend. I loved him then, too, but without the sense—crap, without the sense god gave a fucking goose. We were stupid and young (and stupid) and in WAY over our heads with each other. Shortly after I moved from Tucson to California in the middle of my Jr. year of high school, David broke up with me. On the phone. That was 25 years ago though, so the details are irrelevant.

Except for this part: After he dumped me, he dated another young woman from high school, one of our classmates. And 16 months after I moved to California, he married her. And he recently left his marriage. And she just found out that I’m his new girlfriend. And it’s not pretty.

Oh yeah, there’s also this—I’m going to spend a week with him in April (mostly to make sure everything is really as great as we think it is), and shortly thereafter I’ll probably be moving again. This time to Tucson.

This Pacific Northwest flower, this rain-blossom, this see-through white girl is contemplating moving to the desert. And NOW you know how serious I am about this beloved, because I can’t imagine ANYONE else in the world enticing me to the climate of Arizona (weather and political).

And that, my friends, is why you haven’t heard from me for so long. I’ll try to do better, but for at least the time being, your time has been usurped by him. And I’m not even sorry. ((grin))

Conversation

I want a haircut. I asked my sister if she would do that for me tonight. This is part of the conversation that ensued:

Me: Make me beautiful, Kate.

Kate: I'll try. No guarantee.

Me: Shit. Tall order, huh?

Kate: Well, I can't make you tall.

Me: HAHAHAHAHA! Fuck off.

(I wonder if I'll get my haircut now?)

UPDATED:

I got my haircut afterall...

A floor full of curls


and my CUTE new Do!

It's About Time

Back in October of '07--back when my dad didn't die--while I was preparing his room in our house, I broke the stem of my watch. It was stupid, really. I was making up a bed for him and I just snagged the stem of my watch and it broke right off.

Not that big a deal, really. During daylight savings (or during Not-daylight savings, whichever, I can never remember), I just added (or maybe subtracted) an hour, every time saying to myself, "I really need to get my watch fixed."

After many, many months of that sort of inaction, the battery finally died.

I went to have it replaced only to realize--duh--that even if I got the battery replaced, there was no way to re-set it to the correct time. So unless I was willing to insert the new battery at EXACTLY the right time, or unless I was willing to do math more complicated than plus or minus one hour, I was going to have a hell of a time with my old watch.

It would be nice to say I did the reasonable, responsible thing and got off my ass and had my watch fixed. But at this point, it's been so long I sorta hate to put any MORE energy into it, ya know? Besides, I really can't afford it.

Yeah...

So I did the only other thing that seemed (somewhat) reasonable, if wholly irresponsible, under the circumstances. I relied on credit. I got myself a new watch.



(It's pretty, don'tcha think?)