Long Hot Summer

The heat and humidity of August was flattening. The a/c has been running nonstop and I have been struggling with everything, it seems. Have been trying to find a part-time clerical job in this town for several months now, to no avail. Had an interview set up with one of the temp agencies, but they called today and cancelled, saying they have too large of a pool of workers on hand, try us again in two weeks. Oh well. The library, too, has been a closed door to me so far, even though I know I have the chops for the work. Every single job seems to have answering the phone as a required element. It's ironic that I am banging my head against the same stubborn employment limitations in 2007 that I ran into in 1987.

In The Artist's Way, Cameron would say that this is synchronicity at work, the Great Creator's way of telling me I have no business trying to do work other than my art. On the other hand, she says it is important not to shirk fiscal responsibilities--and our double dose of property taxes is a fiscal responsibility in my book! If anyone has any opinion on this, please share it with me. I don't know what to think.

We took on a newspaper delivery route for a while, but neither one of us can handle the body clock thing. The work is actually kind of fun, zooming around Valparaiso in the middle of the night and flinging newspapers onto the appropriate porches. Unfortunately it kills us both on the creative side of things, leaving us decidedly NOT on best form during the working day, whether we get enough sleep or not. Steve is determined to take on another job in addition to his web development and photography and graphics work.

The Popcorn Festival is this weekend, and we are looking forward to the experience. I haven't been to it in twenty years, and now here I'm living two blocks from the center of it all. It's supposed to be a beautiful day weather-wise, a good start to Autumn.