Searching for inspiration. That was the original name for this post, when I started writing it three days ago. Needless to say, I didn't find any. So here I am on Sunday afternoon, watching as my work computer keeps telling me, "No Jobs Available". That's okay. I've been yutzing around in my study all afternoon while I babysit the monitor - reading some, cleaning off the desk, organizing. (Dad, you'll probably need to pick Mom up off the floor now.)
Feng shui. The WGH helped me hang some stuff on my study walls yesterday afternoon. I have some lovely framed pictures that needed to go up, plus my college diploma, paralegal certificate and Alpha Phi Sigma certificate. Yeah. Didn't know that about me, did you? The Boy came in and looked at the three documents and said, "Mom? You were in a sorority?"
Um, no. Alpha Phi Sigma is an academic fraternity, the National Criminal Justice Honor Society. Basically, it's a piece of paper on my wall, like my B.A., that says I made decent grades in college. Whoopee. And what am I doing with this degree, you ask?
Actually, I asked myself that question a lot while I was still working full-time. In a medical office. Now I can say I have a Bachelor's in Criminal Justice and I write crime fiction, which seems to make at least a little more sense than saying I have that same B.A. and work as an Administrative Assistant for a large specialty physician practice. One of my coworkers told me once I was wasting my education working there. But, as life tends to lead us all in many different directions, I value the time I worked, for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that I have friends - people who mean more to me than I can say - who stuck by me through the very difficult times and support me in this relatively new venture upon which I have embarked.
Sunday and the NFL. There is football on, but as I have another half-hour of scheduled computer-watching time I'm not downstairs with the WGH and Sir Barksalot just yet. I'm going to have a very hard time watching the Colts-Patriots game, anyway, so it's probably better (at least for the moment) that I'm up here and not down there. You see, I've been a Pats fan since I was in high school, for reasons that I've long forgotten, but I grew up near Indy, and actually remember when the Colts moved there from Baltimore. Plus, there's good old Peyton - you either love him or you hate him, and I happen to think he's a pretty neat kid. He's not the eye candy that Brady is, but they're both pretty darn good quarterbacks, and depending on which defense shows up for either team, it oughta be a pretty darn good game.
I just can't bear to watch it.
Book of the Week #4: Goodnight, Irene by Jan Burke
I have to review Kidnapped for RTE, so I thought it would be good for me to start with the first in the series, since I've not read any of Jan's books yet, shame on me. At any rate, I'm over halfway through it already so it'll be on the list to the right very soon.
Off to watch football. And read a book. May I suggest the same as a way to pass your slow-down Sunday?
=) JB
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