New Year, Same as the Old Year

Hey, happy New Year, friends! As you can see, I did not perish in the Great Tofu Apocalypse of 2013. Phew! But you may rest assured I will exercise greater bean curd-related discretion this year. That’s as good a resolution as any, I think.

Plans for January:
1. Look for a job
2. Look for a job
3. Resist the urge to sink into the black pit of despair re: not having found a job
4. Drink a ridiculous amount of coffee

That about covers it.

Did I tell you I’m starting a web design class next week? The big project for the course will be building a website. But about what? My cat-obsessed child is voting for a kitten site. Or bunnies. Or music. Or math. Or all of the above. However, since her primary interests are not necessarily mine, I may reject all of her suggestions, heartfelt though they may be.

I do know that the site will not be a free blog full of random musings, expostulations, and the occasional political outburst. Been there, done that.

Please list your ideas in the comments below, preferably including plans for monetization, so I don’t have to find a job after all. Much obliged!


Dancing in September

So here it is, September, my favorite month. Not because it’s my birthday month; at my age, birthdays are not nearly as thrilling as they used to be. But I love fall weather and thunderstorms and changing leaves. I love sending the kids back to school and I love going back to school, or I would if I could. September: the month of new beginnings.

This year, though, it seems more a month of endings. And crises.

One crisis means that my main freelance gig is going to come to a crashing halt soon. I have other gigs but they are insufficient. I will need to find another part-time main gig that will allow me to continue working my other, smaller gigs, or I will need to find a full-time main gig that will force me to quit most of my other jobs.

I’m not sure I can manage a full-time job because the children-and-house job continues to occupy vast amounts of time, even though the children are big now, and I can’t quit that one. And in any case, I’m not sure I can get a full-time job for all of the sociocultural and economic reasons why a middle-aged mother with only part-time, scattered workforce engagement in the last 16 years can’t get hired.

But it’s September, so I’m feeling hopeful. Sort of.

Today I’m in a coffee shop searching job boards for gigs and coming up with nada. But there’s a fire in the phony gas fireplace and it’s wet and dreary outside and I may just close my laptop and read a novel by a southern woman about southern women. I’m a fan of U.S. subculture lit.