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compelling bone in the forest
Tuesday, March 4 2025
I had a job interview via phone today, the most progress in my lackadaisical job hunt in over a year. And, because there were no technical problems from the arcana of computer science to trip me up, I did well enough to get an in-person interview at the brick-and-mortar home of the software development shop, which is near enough for me to commute to. That felt like real winning at the game of life in a way I haven't felt for awhile. Mind you, I'm perfectly comfortable being unemployed, and our finances are such that I don't actually need to work. But, for reasons that are probably based on reactionary ideas sublimated into my subconscious, I feel better with my position in the world to have a real job. Also, ideally we'd be better off without Obamacare given what Donald Trump and his henchman plan to do to it.
I had some papers to mail back to Virginia concerning an IRA I'd inherited from my mother (it contains about $77,000 in case you are curious), so I drove with the dogs down off the Hurley Mountain plateau to the post office in Old Hurley. I then stopped by the Hurley libary to drop off a bunch of books from the Lemony Snicket A Series of Unfortunate Events collection that Gretchen has been re-reading so I could pick up some other unrelated book (also for Gretchen). Then I drove to Uptown Kingston to re-up my supply of pseudoephedrine and gin.
Later, after Gretchen drove off to pilates, I took the dogs for a walk up the Farm Road. But they were distracted early in the walk, causing me to cut over to the Stick Trail very near-to-home, ending up at the Chamomile Wall, where I began the process of repairing a new partial collapse. I built up another hollow chamber north of the wall at the collapse, but most of the fallen stone was frozen solid to the ground, so my fixes were partial at best. I hadn't seen the dogs since leaving the Farm Road, so I assumed they'd gone home. But then Charlotte appeared, followed soon by Neville, and it wasn't clear how they'd known how to find me. But they were soon distracted by an evidently high-grade bone, another from a cow that had belonged for a time to Crazy Dave's dogs. Neville ended up chewing on it for hours.
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