Latest job news: I'm not moving to Salt Lake City. The university sent John a thanks but no thanks letter yesterday. I suspect we'll get the same news from M.I.T., which is too bad. He found an opening at Washington University in St. Louis. I'm getting terribly worn out by all this. It's as bad as looking for a job for myself, only my whole life doesn't hinge on where I get a job. For the record, I'd just like to say that as far as I'm concerned St. Louis is still the south and I don't especially want to go there, but at this point I'm pretty desperate with worrying over whether John will get a university position. If he doesn't come up with something by August, he's going to look at industry. I just want it to be decided and over with.
I didn't get any more interviews, but I did find some interview clothes at last. No, Delta didn't make them. I mulled over the selection out at Bellevue Mall which everyone here bafflingly refers to as a California-style mall; it's not one whit different than the others except for location. It's a mall! It has the same 30 stores every other mall in the U.S. has! But I digress. I found linen clothing in shades of sand, dusty blue, and sage (no purple or florals for this child). Linen is ideal for the summer extremes of hot outside and aggressively air-conditioned inside. So picture me sitting cool and comfortable in my hypothetical interview, dressed to kill. Uh, maybe not to kill. Dressed to hire.
The summer weather has commenced being hot and humid, though not as invasively hot as it will get next month. Why, I don't think we've hit the 90's yet, and it's nearly July. It's stinky humid, though, and we're running the fans. I gauge how hot it is in the house by the position of the cats. If they're sitting on their paws like little Egyptian statues, then it's a comfortable temperature. Once they start lying on their sides I know even my furry heat vampires are feeling warm, and if they consistently lounge about in elongated positions and refuse to lie anywhere but on the wood floor, I turn the air conditioning on.
To help Dixie get through the summer comfortably, I've bought a grooming kit. I think I'll go watch the video that comes with it and learn how to clip the dog properly. If it works, maybe I'll give John a haircut, too. He ought to have one in case he gets an interview. Ciao!
