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No More Novemeber
Nov. 30th, 2004 11:03 pmMan, November is just a few hours from it's expiration. This year has just flown by. I guess I need to get some final weekend notes in that have been trapped in my head.
Friday was spent mostly with my sister, I did a double lunch with her, once we went out with my partner, then later with hers. Both times the conversation was about jobs, what we liked and what we didn't, and of course the feasibility of just getting up and moving on. Her move to Baltimore is a nightmare, and it's just weeks away. Ed thought that they could do it without movers. Thank god that Laura has a much more level head on her shoulders than that.
Sometimes you just get a feeling that everyone else has taken a grand step forward and your still looking for that opportunity. Still, I had one of my frat brothers write me today looking for a recommendation to be Chapter Field Representative. She's almost 30 now (we're co-ed) and has her masters in chemistry and just started teaching. I wrote back to her, "I'll write the letter if you can convince me that you're doing this for the betterment of the frat, and not just to enjoy and endless summer, because that's where I was when I applied for the same job ten years ago. Tell me that, and the letter is yours." Harsh, but honest. I've been there, but I'm glad I didn't take it. It was time to move on, and taking that job would have only put me deeper in debt and further behind.
So here I was this evening, applying for jobs again, trying to move on to my next stage. To get out of this November.
Friday night Chris and I hadn't spoken, so Chris left work, and drove home. I thought he might call first, so I stayed at Laura's place in Arlington, awaiting his call. Oops. So calling him, I realized I had jumped to a conclusion that hadn't even been concluded. Oh well, off we go to Plano hoping to catch Finding Neverland, but missing the show when dinner at the upscale taqueria (Taco Diner) takes too long. (Never thought you'd see upscale next to taqueria, now did you?)
So after missing the show at the Angelica, and failing to find a show starting at the right time at the big megaplex, we went home and watched Love Actually, which I think is a really great film. Just lots of nice, short stories, linked together. Chris wasn't feeling well, so I had to drive Laura back, which gave me a chance to think, and ponder over a full moon and sparkling city as I jumped a few hills driving back to the house.
Saturday we went to help Paul LaPierre with his computer at his office. By "helped" I mean that Chris worked on his computer while I chatted a bit with Paul. Paul is also in the Chorale. Paul noticed that i was having a bit of trouble with my back, and proceeded to horrify me with tales of strain and inability to get out of bed that make me want to just have my entire spinal column removed and regrown like Worf's on that episode of Star Trek the Next Generation. They can do that, right?
I guess I'm scared that I really could be immobilized by this. This episode the last couple of weeks has been the worst strain I've had. Tonight I called my doc, who I'll see on Monday (the problems again of having a Doctor in Dallas), and ended up shopping for a heating pad - Target didn't have one, and the one at Walgreens was $35.
I'll bee hooked up to two different electrical devices tonight. This could be the start of a fetish.
Chris, Paul and I went out to see Finding Neverland, and I could see Paul have some trouble with his back occasionally. I don't want this to be a regular thing with me. Crap.
As for the movie. Brilliant. Draws you right in, and man, once again I was a blubbering fool by the end. Lushly shot, and the story is "inspired by" real events. It's like looking behind the scenes of one of your favorite tales. Very moving. It's hard to say Johnny Depp's performance was so outstanding because JM Barrie wasn't an outgoing figure, no big breakdowns, no overwhelming emotional collapses, but then again, to not make a scene, to play a man who was of his time, of Edwardian England, is a better acting choice than most actors have done, or could do. A great performance by not being a pirate, or a guy with scissor hands, but by being an turn of the century Scottish playwright.
Besides Trivia at BW-3's and a short trip to the Round up, the best time Saturday night was decorating Chris' tree with him.
Today I finally took the final step in getting to Tucson in January, and bought my ticket. I never saw the price fall below $300, so I took a little extra savings and made the sacrifice, so it's done. I'll be in the sun, well, almost next month. I paid a little more for a non-stop on Continental rather than taking a layover in Vegas, Phoenix, or on Delta, Atlanta...who knew that was on the way?
I also decided to go out and get some exercise, hoping it might work out some kinks. We'll know in the morning if it helps. I'd been docile to much these last couple of weeks.
Must hang the Christmas Lights on the balcony tomorrow.
Friday was spent mostly with my sister, I did a double lunch with her, once we went out with my partner, then later with hers. Both times the conversation was about jobs, what we liked and what we didn't, and of course the feasibility of just getting up and moving on. Her move to Baltimore is a nightmare, and it's just weeks away. Ed thought that they could do it without movers. Thank god that Laura has a much more level head on her shoulders than that.
Sometimes you just get a feeling that everyone else has taken a grand step forward and your still looking for that opportunity. Still, I had one of my frat brothers write me today looking for a recommendation to be Chapter Field Representative. She's almost 30 now (we're co-ed) and has her masters in chemistry and just started teaching. I wrote back to her, "I'll write the letter if you can convince me that you're doing this for the betterment of the frat, and not just to enjoy and endless summer, because that's where I was when I applied for the same job ten years ago. Tell me that, and the letter is yours." Harsh, but honest. I've been there, but I'm glad I didn't take it. It was time to move on, and taking that job would have only put me deeper in debt and further behind.
So here I was this evening, applying for jobs again, trying to move on to my next stage. To get out of this November.
Friday night Chris and I hadn't spoken, so Chris left work, and drove home. I thought he might call first, so I stayed at Laura's place in Arlington, awaiting his call. Oops. So calling him, I realized I had jumped to a conclusion that hadn't even been concluded. Oh well, off we go to Plano hoping to catch Finding Neverland, but missing the show when dinner at the upscale taqueria (Taco Diner) takes too long. (Never thought you'd see upscale next to taqueria, now did you?)
So after missing the show at the Angelica, and failing to find a show starting at the right time at the big megaplex, we went home and watched Love Actually, which I think is a really great film. Just lots of nice, short stories, linked together. Chris wasn't feeling well, so I had to drive Laura back, which gave me a chance to think, and ponder over a full moon and sparkling city as I jumped a few hills driving back to the house.
Saturday we went to help Paul LaPierre with his computer at his office. By "helped" I mean that Chris worked on his computer while I chatted a bit with Paul. Paul is also in the Chorale. Paul noticed that i was having a bit of trouble with my back, and proceeded to horrify me with tales of strain and inability to get out of bed that make me want to just have my entire spinal column removed and regrown like Worf's on that episode of Star Trek the Next Generation. They can do that, right?
I guess I'm scared that I really could be immobilized by this. This episode the last couple of weeks has been the worst strain I've had. Tonight I called my doc, who I'll see on Monday (the problems again of having a Doctor in Dallas), and ended up shopping for a heating pad - Target didn't have one, and the one at Walgreens was $35.
I'll bee hooked up to two different electrical devices tonight. This could be the start of a fetish.
Chris, Paul and I went out to see Finding Neverland, and I could see Paul have some trouble with his back occasionally. I don't want this to be a regular thing with me. Crap.
As for the movie. Brilliant. Draws you right in, and man, once again I was a blubbering fool by the end. Lushly shot, and the story is "inspired by" real events. It's like looking behind the scenes of one of your favorite tales. Very moving. It's hard to say Johnny Depp's performance was so outstanding because JM Barrie wasn't an outgoing figure, no big breakdowns, no overwhelming emotional collapses, but then again, to not make a scene, to play a man who was of his time, of Edwardian England, is a better acting choice than most actors have done, or could do. A great performance by not being a pirate, or a guy with scissor hands, but by being an turn of the century Scottish playwright.
Besides Trivia at BW-3's and a short trip to the Round up, the best time Saturday night was decorating Chris' tree with him.
Today I finally took the final step in getting to Tucson in January, and bought my ticket. I never saw the price fall below $300, so I took a little extra savings and made the sacrifice, so it's done. I'll be in the sun, well, almost next month. I paid a little more for a non-stop on Continental rather than taking a layover in Vegas, Phoenix, or on Delta, Atlanta...who knew that was on the way?
I also decided to go out and get some exercise, hoping it might work out some kinks. We'll know in the morning if it helps. I'd been docile to much these last couple of weeks.
Must hang the Christmas Lights on the balcony tomorrow.
