Wandering · 3:33pm
It's already been two weeks since I left my job, which is kind of scary to think about when I've been brought-up to believe that my success depends on a list of positions sized, coaxed, coerced, and jammed onto a single sheet of paper for the consumption of anonymous bosses and HR departments everywhere. No word back from Nintendo, natch.
Then again, I get to hang out with this little furball, so I'll call things a wash for now.
Oh my goodness, you're a cat! You're ADORABLE.
You'd think I'd have something grand to say about where I've been by this point. I can tell you that last week I crossed the border into Canada over the Ambassador Bridge in Detroit and switched my car's readouts to metric to honor the occasion (my car provides real-time feedback on my gas efficiency, so I was surprised to learn that countries without fifty stars in their national flag measure that in liters per 100 km. I was able to tell the nice gentleman at customs that I was en route to Toronto for a few days to hang out with Ferret.
I wasn't able to tell him what her name was.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is an eminently poor idea to inform customs that you plan on entering their country to rendezvous with an animal.
That aside, Ferret and I spent a few days marveling at each others' currency (Canadians are genuinely befuddled that we can identify our bills so quickly when they're all colored the same), watching the sunset from the top of the CN Tower, apologizing, and otherwise living under a ceaseless but welcome barrage of badgering from her to Get Things Done. There are days I remember I'm a fic writer, promise.
Fast forward a couple days later, through five hundred miles of corn fields... you know what? I'll just let John do the 'splainin.
His is a lovely home in central Iowa, replete with shelves packed gills-full with paperbacks and an honest-to-God claw-footed tub in the upstairs bathroom. Instead of wallpaper in the upstairs den, he has board games -- and in concert with his three siblings, he plastered me against the opposite wall in a heated contest of Ticket to Ride. To think I had things under control when I secured that line between Dallas and Winnipeg...
And now here I am, at his breakfast table munching on buttered, home-made oatmeal soda bread and sipping on peppermint tea (his kitchen has a variety of brews to impress Skywriter's Celestia, swear to Equine Jesus).
Every now and then, I'll remember I'm jobless and wonder just what some dude with an English degree and very little intrinsic motivation can do.
Every now and then, I'll have folks taking me into their homes just to shoot the breeze and let me pet their cats. All things considered, things aren't bad right now. I'll be in Seattle by week's end, and then Dallas at the end of October for Nightmare Nights.
So, yeah. That's about it from me. How have y'all been doing?