my daughter returned today from a tour of the galapogos islands. she was all a bubble for something she’d gotten for me and intends to overnight tomorrow. then came the realization that she’d left an alpaca rug she’d purchased for herself in the taxi.
didn’t remember the name. or the car. paid by cash. the rug is likely gone. broke my heart. her’s too, for a time. she did recover, however.
pictures to follow, no idea when.
not much to report in employment land — the expedia position didn’t pan out, no word as yet from amazon, the microsoft position the recruiter wants to haggle over the rate (i won’t), and two new possibilities in the pipeline (a major publishing house and a short-term contract (< 1 month) in redmond that i likely will only take if they pay premium rate.
it’s nice to be back ‘in the swing of things’. i look forward to finding something good and settling in more fully.
not much else to say, really. i’m still fighting all around the attic of my own head over michael. i’m so angry that i do not think it possible i can ever really talk to him again unless he were to place himself at my feet first.
maybe not even then.
i try not to think about it. it hurts. more than i care to admit. hard not to cry. bastard. you fucking bastard. i let you do this.
bah. guess it’s time to shut up.