You know how I sometimes yak at you guys about AIDS? Remind you to be safe, tell you things you didn’t know about the pandemic, talk about new legislation, and so forth, because I was working for an AIDS-related non-profit?
Well, those days are over.
I took that job and shoved it, so I don’t care about AIDS no more. Kidding, of course, but not about the shoving-the-job part. That’s true.
But don’t cry for me, Xanga. I’m not unemployed, I’m self-employed. I’ll spend the next three quarters freelancing and adding some professional development/continuing education schooling to my vitae. Then a new job shall be procured. Or not, if I’ve got enough freelance gigery to keep my happy.
In other Rabbit Family news, Tigger (12) is now big enough to wear my shoes and my jeans, and has taken to drawing little triangles on the outside corners of her eyes with black eyeliner. Luckily, I am a Boring Old Person (BOP) and therefore don’t have much clothing she’d be interested in stealing. And I don’t wear makeup, so she can’t steal that from me either. Little Bit (8) has spent much of the last few days making phony credit cards and laminating them with scotch tape. I expect this to be a full-time, money-making venture by the time she’s 10.
Technogeek, being another BOP, hasn’t changed much since I last mentioned him. But he has resumed his warm-weather habit of cooking stuff outside on weekends—a welcome trend given my disinclination to cook anywhere on weekends.
I’m still putting up book reviews and whatnot on HubPages. Please go read my discussion of Malcolm Gladwell’s book, Outliers, in which I bemoan the French-fryization of childhood.
And finally, a poll for my fellow suburbanites.
On Saturday mornings, at what time is it appropriate to begin outdoor projects involving power tools and/or repetitive banging?
- 8:00 am
- 9:00 am
- 10:00 am
- Saturday has a morning?