I’m not writing regularly because this feature now crashes my browser (I’m on a borrowed PC). My computer is four years old and is getting persnickety. Sunday through Wednesday I’m helping my uncle with my cousins while my aunt is away with the middle daughter. I have had a fabulous time hanging out with the self-dubbed drama queen and the drama princess.
Today I met with a pastor friend about a summer internship and started delivering applications to Starbucks in the area. It is fair to say I didn’t see this portion of my life on the horizon. But, right now, any job would do. I’m not underemployed but unemployed. “People” keep saying something will come up, but it’s been a long time and no real job has surfaced. Not that retail and food services are bad, but they do not play to any of my strengths. C’est la vie. I can tuck this under “Suffering Mysteries”.
I’m tired and signing off.
I can’t resist telling you that I have purchased you a candle. It’s in honor your faux Catholocism, for whichI have become a spontaneous fan, and of our Our Lady of Guadalupe (Virgen de Guadalupe, to be precise), and was made available by my friendly local Food Lion. She is surrounded by some plump roses, a Mexican flag, and a full body halo. A cupid appears to be supporting the pillow on which she is standing. It was a tough call to either get her, or a candle of the Pope kissing his necklace, or effeminate images of Jesus surrounded also by plump roses and even more plump cupids. I chose Our Lady, because she does not look as silly as Jesus and the pope, and I like to say, Guadalupe. Gwaa-daah–loooo–pay.