Maybe Not So Much The Liking Snow Thing
(Photo courtesy of the Seattle Times -- S. Ringman)
We haven't seen snow like this in several years, but in commute terms I think we need to go back to December 1990, when a sudden storm swooped in around midday to the greater Seattle area. I'd just driven downtown and pulled into my driveway with about an inch on the ground. A lot of city workers decided to go home early, and we shortly had a situation that resembles the past couple of days.
People just leave their cars. I'm serious. On the highways and everything. I keep waiting for some creative photographer to find an abandoned car with one of those bumper stickers that say, "If The Rapture Occurs, Beware Unoccupied Vehicle."
Me, I'm just left behind at home, watching the white stuff out my window, but I don't seem to enjoy the cold and ice nearly as much as when I had little kids I could push down in the snow and laugh at. Now I just wear four shirts and crank up the heat, light the fire and wait for spring. I could so love 43 degrees again.
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Beth wanted some of my chalupa before she left, which is not really chalupa but just chile verde or some such thing, so we made it Sunday. I took it up a notch by dumping jalapenos and generous amounts of cumin and chili powder into it. Some peppers remain, and the cold has inspired me to make some jalapeno-cheddar bread. We shall see.
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It's time to get a real job. A former client, back when my business was alive and well, has been sending me work regularly for the past couple of years but my heart hasn't exactly been in it, and now they've lost their big contract. I can easily work for their competition in California, which I might do for a while, but I hate this work with a passion I usually reserve for politicians and Rush Limbaugh so my inclination is to look at the change as a sign that I need a new direction.
It's not a MapQuest sort of sign, unfortunately. I'm here and there's there, and the turns are all at my discretion. I can write more op/eds, I suppose, but that's not really a passion, either. I guess I could take the opportunity to seriously try syndicating my column to more papers, but then I'd have to, you know, like, write better.
Social work, oddly enough, calls me, but I'm thinking that at this stage of life perhaps entering a field that pays slightly more than minimum wage is not the best move, as selfish as that sounds.
So we shall see about this, too. I'm wavering between nonchalance and piqued interest at the moment, which is an interesting place to be. All I need is a job that fascinates me, allows me plenty of flexibility in terms of hours, lets me split my time between home and a socially envigorating work environment in an office with a stunning view, a salary in the low six figures, and maybe a company car. I'm entertaining offers.
In the meantime, I'm getting started on the bread. I'll let you know how it all turns out.
UPDATE!
Ab-fab bread. Seriously, I'm impressed with myself. It kicks. Now if I could make a living doing this... 
5:03:28 PM 
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