Rainy days are here again

It would take a rainy day to cheer me up. I sat down and filed about seven more job applications last night. Maybe one of these will stick. And if not, well then I'll live in my car.

We live in a crappy little suburb so close to the freeway that the constant hiss of traffic is louder than the birds and even lawnmowers, in a little house that is trailerpark- and liquorstore-adjacent. It's a situation that we both wish we could change (D wants a house in the country, and I have been dreaming lately of the city) but for the moment, one thing we wouldn't change is the little house. It's cute, it's got more than enough space for us and our things, and on the side of the house, along with tigerlilies and hosta, grows this:


Lily of the valley has it all: beautiful, delicate blooms, broad verdant leaves that last all summer, and the fragrance.

I have wanted to start a Book Report portion of this blog to accompany the list of recreational reading in the sidebar, but I just haven't had the inspiration yet. David Sedaris may be that inspiration. Me Talk Pretty One Day is an engaging memoir; the anecdotes are entertaining and paint a vivid description of a complex life, but more than that, David Sedaris makes me want to write. His stories recall, in a lot of ways, my more... colorful moments. It has reminded me that one of my (more recent) goals is to lead an interesting life. I want weird coworkers and customers. I want unusual situations and settings. I want the unbelievable juxaposed with the mundane. And I want to tell people about it.

But probably not in the weblog. Sorry.