Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Friday, 9 January 2009

There is a Season

I came out to Wisconsin to help my dad, and look for work while I was here. But God had other plans- my dad found work. And, simply to confirm the stereotype, the job was in Florida. So today, he left in the middle of a snow storm for Tallahassee, and his job in sales with tax-deductable charity annuities. (I have no idea what that is. I just memorized it.)









And I'm left quoting Greta Garbo in Grand Hotel, but with irony.

1 comment:

mum said...

When things change, it takes awhile to get used to~do make use of all the friendships and family members who will provide company/feed you in between job hunting. Good luck on keeping that car running and trailer warm. Bet you miss the dog (but not the dog hair). Thinking of you,love and prayers.