As I lay in bed this morning, oversleeping for the first time in a few weeks (and happy to be challenged by the alarm clock 5X/week again), my dreaming mind drifted through a number of small, mostly forgettable vignettes. The only one I can still remember had Shelley and me as owners of a business where every Saturday was Sausage Saturday. I don’t recall what type of business it was. Living in Berkeley County, West Virginia, it could have been anything, and I do mean anything. (shudder)
And I also concocted a great idea for a blog entry. Something about friends. It was funny. But I’ve lost it. I do remember being very relieved to finally find some inspiration to update my blog.
Maybe it’s best I’ve forgotten the topic. Dreams can make the worst ideas seem great. I’ve had dreams where I’ve aced a KILLER stand-up routine, with audience members rolling the floors in laughter. And as I’ve dreamt this, I’ve told myself to remember this wildly wacky material upon waking. But when I wake and ponder it lucidly, it’s dumb. Stupid. Useless. Alas, my great idea for a blog entry was probably not so great to begin with.
So what next? I could do another “dot … dot … dot” entry. “I think with just a little more love, any smoker could finally break the habit … Why don’t we just call those rabid Apple computer users ‘macadamia nuts’ and be done with it already … If Mama Cass had shared part of her sandwich with Karen Carpenter, they’d both be alive today…” You get the idea.
I’ve posted two random thought essays to my blog and, if I may say so, they were pretty funny (even when pondered in an awake state). But I wanted my return to blogging to be a bit more meaty. So I decided to discuss my career goings-on.
Several weeks ago, I began doing “stringer” work for the Journal news in Martinsburg. That’s been a lot of fun. I’ve had opportunity to write articles about horse rescue farms, veterans, festivals and fairs, haunted houses, etc. My favorite assignment was to a woman’s small chocolate factory nestled in Inwood. Got free samples there. But for some reason, this article hasn’t been published yet. I hope she doesn’t think I tried to scam her out of a plate of chocolate bon-bons.
A few weeks ago, I joined the sales staff at the local radio station cluster (hence the ‘glad to be enslaved to the alarm clock’ phenom). It’s a fun job, but I fear it won’t pay much. Still, it’s better than my paycheck over the last six months, which was ZERO (less taxes, social security, medicare – still ZERO).
And THEN, a couple of weeks after joining the radio station and ending my job search activity, I received a call from the search committee hiring for my DREAM JOB. I’d applied for the job prior to joining the radio station. Their decision is, as of this writing, pending. I won’t say much more here, I don’t want to jinx it. Of course, I believe in divine destiny, and I don’t think God can be ‘jinxed,’ but to be safe…
So life is returning to some semblance of normalcy, finally. Even without my recent travails into the working world, I’d still have plenty to be thankful for this week. But it’s nice to have the opportunity to be grateful for the ability to work, earn, take care of those who rely on me and honor my obligations.
And now I’ll close with another random thought: I believe that even the most staunch Calvinist is an Armenian twice in his lifetime – on takeoff and landing. Just ask any Calvinist.
