Hopefully, tonight will consist of checking out a 2005 Honda Civic in Rancho. I'll find out if that's a go sometime in the next hour. It would be nice to have a car for the two interviews I have on Monday. (Yes, two.. one is for a more contract-like job doing data entry, which will bring in some money for the time being. It would be so easy to get myself into a long-term position that pays good $$ but doesnt have anything to do with what I came out here for... and after week 1, I'm not quite ready to give up on the dream :))
I feel sad if I let myself, but then and only then. My mom called today and I didnt have much to report in terms of news, and it (noticeably) bummed me out, but at least she had plenty of new info for me. I appreciated hearing it even if, for some reason, I wasnt able to be animated in my responses.
I miss the Red Sox and the prospect of spending so many spring and summer evenings in Pawtucket (there's a lump in my throat as I type... I need to get a grip!) I could have been so happy working there for the rest of my life- if I could have found a substantive job. From my research, it seemed like permanent jobs are hard to come by in such a small organization. But the small-town feel of the park and the community... seeing all of those young (and sometimes not so young) minor leaguers come through, catching great major leaguers who are on rehab assignments... but it would be easier to get a job with the parent club than with the PawSox. Along this vein, I MISS the thought of Michael Bowden. And I miss Dustin Pedroia.
I wrote to my Grandma this weekend and got around to remembering to send it just yesterday. If she doesnt come visit this spring or summer I dont know how I'll make it till the holidays to see her again.
I listened to Claire de Lune today and it made me think of my brother, who bought me a musical Edward Cullen card for Valentines Day (it, of course, plays Claire de Lune when you open it). I miss his teasing Twilight references. I'm not a huge Twilight fan, but it has admittedly held some interesting points of inspiration for me over the past 4 months. Speaking of which, I think I would feel more balanced overall if I had a piano to play. I listen to these songs that I've learned and imagine how my fingers will be a little clumsy trying to find the right keys again. That's a point of worry for me- I get very frustrated with myself, like a mini volcanic eruption, heated and sudden, when I cant do something as well as I used to be able to.. or when I dont do it as well as I know I can.
What a silly thing to be anxious about, I know.
So far, I have been out of luck in my search for pre-made pizza dough (except for the pillsbury can kind). Unbelieveable. I've tried Stater Bros, Von's, Ralph's, and Trader Joe's. (I might expect this kind of shortfalling from the others, but never from you, Joe.) Also, have the Dodgers downgraded their team significantly? The only Dodger shirts that I've seen in stores (havent seen a single Dodgers or Angels shirt on anyone around here... so weird!) have Ramirez or Kemp on the back. What about the rest of the team? You can get any Red Sox player's name on a shirt straight out of any number of stores. I guess you have to customize Dodger shirts if you're anything but a Manny or Matt Kemp fan. (I fall into that category, by the way. Chad Billingsley!) I've got a couple fantasy leagues in the mix for this year, but have been too lazy to think about that stuff yet. It's almost March and so rosters for my keepers league will be due in a few weeks. I guess life has a way of going on whether you've been paying attention or not. The end of a baseball season leaves me standing on the brink of a gigantic chasm, where the next year's season is somewhere safe and sound on dry land across the distance, but I cant even see or imagine it. The "offseason" consists of a number of dark wintery months where I set about trying to pretend that I can genuinely amuse myself with all of the offseason happenings just as well as I can with actual games and season events. Grasping at straws. There's so little news, often, that I've already heard it all by the time my father, brother, and friends try to tell me about the latest happenings. I hope that living here- living away from Boston, living in a city where sports are important but compete with many other things for the population's affection- doesnt stop me from caring as deeply as I have and do. I'll always love the Red Sox. (I wish Ben Bronson could see me now.)
How's this sound- spinach and cucumber salad with raspberry and pecan dressing (fat free!yahoooo); two spoonfuls of avocado; bean soup. And water of course. I dont think I've mentioned it.. but my fast this Lenten season is in line with the bloodwater mission's 40 Days of Water. The idea is that the only beverage you drink for 40 days is water, and at the end of the 40 days you donate the money you would have spent on coffee, juice, soda, whatever, to the bloodwater mission. So far, so good.
Two more things: Jack Shepherd's son is a Red Sox fan! and... go to Bakerella's site for some creative SWEET ideas :)
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