I don't even know where to begin.
My intentions have been to blog nearly every night since my last post, but dishes and sleep and not-jobs and boys and fun and cooking and friends have kept me delightfully occupied for the last several days. I know I've forgotten something worth mentioning. It'll come to me eventually. . .
Shall we start with the job? I wish! No word in a few days. I dropped my guy there a line this morning. If I don't hear something promising very soon (I'm talking hours, not days), I'll be back out there pounding the pavement. I have a decent line on another baking job, but I really REALLY want my not-your-average-cook gig.
And on Friday, neighbor Teri and I, along with a Match acquaintance of hers attended First Friday in the Crossroads Arts District. The weather could not have been more perfect. The energy was electric. The art was delightful. The company, phenomenal. I feel like I've been put up in a pumpkin shell until recently. I'm so enjoying my new life. And it's still in chrysalis stage!
I have a new boy interest. He reads this. I wonder how he feels about being called a boy. I giggle thinking about the turn of events that led us to one another. I might have to go into that later. For now, just know I'm having a really, really good time.
And last night I had the joy of again sharing food with my friends. I made a red onion and goat cheese pancake, served with a balsamic syrup. Oh so tasty. Neighbor Teri, her mom Karen, son and another neighbor boy came over. A magnificent storm passed through and we lost power for about ninety minutes. The kids played around with flashlights for awhile, running from room to room looking for messes to make. Karen and I decided it was time for a good old-fashioned sing along, so I pulled out a folk songbook from the piano bench and we began singing nearly anything to which we knew the melody. We harmonized beautifully and had a wonderful time. Then the kids grabbed their bin of instruments and joined us. It was truly magical. I suspect the next time there's even a flicker of the lights, we'll start itchin' for another sing-along.