Monday, November 24, 2014

What goes on the internet can haunt you


I have seen people post--on their own accounts, with their pictures and real names attached--some really vile stuff. I'm not talking about opinions I don't agree with. I'm talking about slurs, harassment, and threats. I'm talking about behavior that, if you saw someone engage in it in meatspace, you'd be creeped out and possibly reaching for the phone. There have been several instances that I know about--a couple at least that have made the news--of an online horde targeting and harassing people they didn't like.

This isn't an issue with anonymity, since I've known people who acted this way in meatspace. Many of these people have their pictures and their real names, and identifying information attachedd to these accounts.

It's you people I'm talking to now, the ones who rage post, who troll, who harass online, who think you can do this with impunity: You may want to stop that. Google is a thing.

No one wants to hire or work with someone who could be dangerous or nasty in the office. They want someone who will work well with others. They want someone who will respect privacy and confidentiality (especially in certain occupations and organizations). They want someone who will not be a litigation risk.

And you know? I can't think of too many people who want to hang out with someone who's capable of that kind of behavior. Yes, I've run into a lot of idiots who will insist that their friend really is a nice guy underneath it all, but when all that nice guy shows you is an abusive bully, well, you can't be blamed for not wanting to stick around and get to know him better.

So if someone does or says something you don't like, you can express why you didn't like it. But if you start threatening them or hassling them, you're not going to stand out as a desirable employee (or as a desirable friend, honestly). If you start posting slurs in response to what they said, you're not going to be the number one candidate for the job; just the circular file. No one is hacking into your private accounts to see this stuff. When I look on Facebook at say, a movie fan page, and I see some guy saying that a certain actress is a dumb #$&* for uploading private pictures to the cloud, and uses a bunch of other choice words to describe her and other people who disagree with him, I tend to think he's a scumbag. (And rather stupid, since your email can also get hacked and disseminated.) If I am on Twitter and I see someone responding abusively to another person's Tweet, I'm not going to form a good impression of them. I'm going to think they are vile people. I am going to be reluctant to work with them or associate with them in any way.

Yes, it's not fair. But you have got to face the fact that the way you act will affect how people view you. Yes, you should act like a decent human being. That doesn't entitle you to anything but a fair shot at anything (be it a job, a relationship, or anything else). But it's the basic starting point for civilized behavior.

Don't act that way? Don't be surprised if you get a lot of cold shoulders.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

I got a little over enthusiastic with the canning

I went apple picking last month, and got um, ambitious with it. Got a huge bag (they break easily, by the way), had grand plans to can it all.

And I did, pretty much, but I forgot that it would take a lot of time that I didn't quite have. Still, it was worth it.

The first thing I made were apple preserves. Once the apples were peeled, cored, and sliced it was a cakewalk. Honestly, it's all the peeling, coring, and slicing that does me in. I'm all enthusiastic to begin with. I put on Welcome to Night Vale and listen to the fake radio show about black helicopters and tentacle monsters and silent hooded figures and the Sheriff's Secret Police. (Don't judge me.) It's all good. And then. . .and then, somewhere around apple number six I get all OKAY THIS IS ENOUGH WHAT WAS I THINKING TIME TO STOP.

And then I realize that no, I have to see it through because I am really looking forward to eating this stuff.

Then, before I start the apples in the saucepan, I realize I have yet to soften the STUPID lids and I have to do that and make sure the STUPID water doesn't boil. At this point, I don't care if Welcome to Night Vale is telling me that the Sheriff's Secret Police is headed to my house. In fact, I'd be all WELL SECRET POLICE YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE AND HELP ME OUT OR I WILL FEED YOU TO MY SURLY CAT* I SWEAR I AM IN NO MOOD.

I was able to get them done, though. I made a double batch and got 12 half pints made.

The butter was easy. I'm going to do more, in fact. I made it in the slow cooker. Then I canned it. And yes, the house smelled amazing. The slow cooker was filled to almost overflowing and the apples cooked down to half. If you do it this way, I suggest leaving the lid tilted askew a bit, to let the steam out, and maybe for the last hour or two cooking the butter with the lid off. I got about seven half pints out of it.

I love this stuff. It's good on bread and scones, I put it in my oatmeal, I will sometimes eat it right out of the jar. I brought this and the preserves and some bread to work and they were a big hit.

The pears should have been easy. They were from a friend who has a pear tree that has been going hog wild. I figured, yes, I'd somehow can these (as well as eat them). I found a recipe for tarragon pears, and I had to make it. I have tarragon in the garden. I had pears. This was a match made in heaven. Unfortunately, I got really tired and surly. But I pushed through because BOOTSTRAPS. Or because I already had everything set up and what the heck, these savory pears would be wonderful with a meal. So I managed, even though peeling pears rates right up there with say, trimming my cat's claws, driving in Boston, or having a work meeting at 4:30 in the afternoon.

It was worth it, once it was done. They were all worth it. It's not like I can things and then think, "Sheesh, I wish I never did that."

*She's tiny and geriatric but she can be fierce. She will throw down.




Monday, November 17, 2014

Where your fearless blogger learns the hard way that housecleaning is a man's job

My face after the incident in question. Saltier language, though.
Right, so you know how I was sure I was going to have this super awesome system and keep the trainwreck fairy at bay? Yeah, looking back at that I was adorable in my naivete. That fell apart this summer, and I paid the price for it in a spectacular and mortifying way.

I was cleaning my kitchen--which I had to do quickly, as people were coming over that night, and thoroughly, as it was um, diplomatically speaking, something that could spawn a virus that starts the zombie apocalypse. So I was moving very, very fast. Pulling out chairs, sweeping the floor under the table. Walking into another room to get something. Walking back very fast with a destination in mind, shoulders back, looking straight ahead and OH GOT NOT WHERE MY FEET WERE GOING WHICH WAS RIGHT INTO THE [I CANNOT EVEN FAKE THIS CURSE WORD] [BLASPHEMY] CHAIR HOLY [GENTLE CARESS] THAT [GENTLY CARESSING] HURT [BLASPHEMY GENTLE CARESS BLASPHEMY].

Okay, I figured, I banged my fourth toe pretty hard, I will rub it and that will make the toe fairy come out and--well, it will feel better. Or I'll get some ice. And I'll take some Advil. And I'll wear shoes in the house and fake it during dinner.

I couldn't miss work the next day (I had a deadline) so I went and by noon I informed my boss that I had to go to the doctor tomorrow because I thought I might have broken my toe housecleaning.

Yes, he laughed and asked me how I managed it and I told him that we all have our talents. Injuring myself in ridiculous ways is mine.

Went to the doctor, got an xray, and confirmed, the middle joint of the toe was broken. "But I want you to see an orthopedist this week because the break in in a weird place."

So at the end of the week, I went to the orthopedist, who said (AFTER A TWO HOUR WAIT WHERE I GOT VERY VERY HULKSMASH HANGRY BECAUSE WHY NOT JUST SCHEDULE THE APPOINTMENT FOR THE HOUR BEFORE LUNCH AND THEN NOT SHOW UP THAT IS A GREAT CHOICE YES THANK YOU) "Yeah, it's broken. Tape it. Maybe come in for another set of xrays."

To which I said, "Um, how about I not do that?"

To which he said, "Yeah, you don't have to do it unless it still hurts in a month."

Great.

The toe is healed up now, though I did get to wear clunky shoes to work and rock my inner Church Lady. (Yes, I am aware that I just dated myself. Cope.) I tried to put work shoes on every so often and my toe was all OH HELL NO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING KEEP THIS UP CHICKIE AND YOU WILL GET NO REST I WILL KEEP YOU AWAKE FOR THE NEXT WEEK GET THE OLD LADY ORTHO SHOES ON AND SUCK IT UP.

I can wear regular shoes now. My toe is still slightly swollen but I can bend it and walk on it and it's fine.

But I have learned my lesson. Housecleaning is for manly men, not delicate flowers like me.


Friday, November 14, 2014

I'll bring you some summer at the end of the fall

Mainly because holy hells I am to tired to write full sentences right now.


These are my garden beds. There are four of 'em--that's right, four of them. I planted tomatoes (roma, early girl, and grape), mallabar spinach, eggplant, carrots, rooted parsley, beets, chard, summer squash, zucchini, butternut squash, beans, nasturtiums, an assortment of herbs, hot peppers, a couple of sweet peppers and cucumbers. . .and I think that was it? I've eaten most of them. I cooked and froze the tomatoes (I didn't get enough in at once to make canning worthwhile) and froze the rest whole (which is handy). The carrots have done well, which shocked me for some reason. The squash (winter and summer) was a big old fail, as were the cukes. And I had weeds, lots of purslane, but it's edible so I decided to act like I meant to grow it. 

I paid a carpenter friend to make the beds (I got the smaller wooden planters from a nearby hardware store). He lined the top with mahogany (I have to apply some oil to it this weekend, come to think of it). I have the Rolls Royce of garden beds. I think these beds are worth more than my house.

Last month I planted garlic, kale and arugula seedlings, and spinach seeds (which are doing okay as it's still unnaturally warm out). I still have some carrots left but they will be gone this weekend as they are delicious. I planted walking onions right next to the house and they are annexing the rest of the yard. (Well, not quite, but they did quite well.) 

Oh! I also planted sunflowers. Here's one of them when it was warm and sunny and it was tall and healthy. 


The bees seemed to like them.


Monday, June 9, 2014

Well! I have been busy.

Seriously, I have not meant to leave this blog fallow for so long. I keep doing this and then making promises that I'll be back and I kind of feel foolish at this point.

My days have been long. I'm not complaining--heck, I have days, and they are spent with me at a job. But they are long and I haven't had it in me to write anything, though lord knows I keep thinking of things to write about. So I'm going to make the extra effort as I enjoy blogging.

As I have mentioned before, my days start early so I do have to have a system set up. I recently found out what happens when, for whatever reason, I don't stick with that system. Here's the spoiler: Nothing good.

First, if I'm up later than planned, I'm groggy and cranky and not at my best the next day. I forget my lunch and/or breakfast. I work later than usual because I don't work as quickly, which means I get home later, which means I get to sleep later. . .you see where this is going, right?

And if my weekends are busy, my lunches and breakfasts don't get made. Which is not a good thing--then I end up spending money on meals that I don't even like that much, so I find myself broke and unsatisfied that week.

I've mainly been doing well, but sometimes I do slip up. Or things just get very busy. So I'm trying to now make a lot of food (more than usual) on a free weekend and freeze it. And I'm trying to get my laundry done more quickly, and some of it done during the week (though since I'm in bed not that much longer after I get home, it tends to be a weekend chore).

However, enough about that. I have things to talk about this week. My commute and the glorious bus. (Not being sarcastic there, actually.) My garden beds and what I've planted. My new neighbors. My neighbors' dogs. My life is exciting! HA.


Monday, March 31, 2014

Getting out of the house, streamlined.

My new job seems to be going well.  I'm enjoying it, and it's good to be employed again.

One thing I was worried about is that I'd spend a lot of money on meals out.  I have been pleasantly surprised by how this has not been the case.  Unless I have plans to meet someone for lunch, I'm eating in. (I think the cold winter has helped in this regard; I have been reluctant to leave the building.) I haven't been cheating by going out for lunch or grabbing breakfast, even though I am up before dawn. I'm not bragging (I still get snacks since I never seem to have brought enough). I've just gotten into a routine.

So, as  you know, my days are long. My commute, thanks to traffic and the subway, can take anywhere from one and a half to two hours each way.  Most of that is on a bus, which is great. The bus is quiet and comfortable and it goes right into the High Occupany Vehicle Lane.  The bane of my commuting existence is the subway.

However, because the commute is so long, and because I like getting to work on time, I'm up at 4:30 in the morning. Well, my alarm goes off at 4:30. Sometimes I stay in bed until 5:00.

How do you get ready in the morning when the sun isn't up yet? Well, it helps to do most everything else ahead of time. It also helps that I just have the cat to take care of. If I had kids this whole thing would be nuked before it started. (Seriously, I don't know how you parents do it.) It also helps that my hours are regular. I'm not working split shifts, or varied hours.

My clothes are picked out so I don't have to stress about what I've got and what I'll wear.  I don't eat breakfast at home, I eat it at work. I bring it with me, along with my lunch. And I don't make my lunch the night before. I make it several weeks ahead.

Basically, I make a lot of something I like, freeze it, and grab it for my lunch in the morning.  So far, I have been making burritos--either bean burritos or burritos from leftover meat.  I made a batch of chili last weekend and froze it in small containers to take with me to work. I'll do the same thing with curries, stews, soups, and creatively repurposed leftovers. I'm not a big sandwich eater, and I have found that making sandwiches is kind of a pain, especially when you have to either make them the night before or make them at 4:30 in the morning. I might not be able to do it the night before.

I also made steel cut oatmeal in the slow cooker one weekend.  This was actually quite easy and I will do it again. Grease the insert of the cooker.  Combine two cups of steel cut oats, six cups of water, and two cups of milk (I used almond milk).  Add 1/4 cup of brown sugar if you want it a little sweet, and 2-3 peeled chopped apples if you like. Cook on low for eight hours or high for four hours. Have some right off the bat if you like as it's delicious. Allow it to cool, and save one cup portions in plastic freezer bags. Freeze, and grab and go in the morning. I do take a little almond milk with me as well in a small container as the oatmeal gets very thick when you reheat it. But it's good and it's filling.

I also bring yogurt and fruit. I'll probably bring vegetables and hummus.

Now, I just have to tackle keeping the house orderly during the week.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Bavarian Pork Roast

My parents came over for dinner on Sunday.  I wanted to do something a little different from chicken, so I perused my slow cooker book and decided on this recipe (my mother likes German food).

It was very easy to do.  The pork was flavorful and tender, the gravy was delicious, and the leftovers will be good in burritos or a casserole (or just as they are with the gravy).

Here's the recipe:

Bavarian Pork Roast
1 11/2 to 2 pound boneless pork shoulder roast
2 tsp caraway seeds
1 tsp dried marjoram, crushed
3/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
1 tbsp olive oil or cooking oil
1/2 cup water
2 tbsp white wine vinegar
1 8-ox carton dairy sour cream or plain yogurt
4 tsp corn starch

Trim fat from roast. Combine caraway seeds, marjoram, salt, and pepper, and rub all over roast.

Brown roast in hot oil in a large skillet.  Drain off fat.  Place meat in slow cooker.  Add the water to the skillet, bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring to loosen brown bits in bottom of skillet.  Pour skillet juices and vinegar into slow cooker.

Cover and cook on low for 8-10 hours or high for 4-5 hours. Remove meat from cooker, keep warm.

For gravy, skim fat from juices, measure 1 1/4 cups juices (add water, if necessary).  Pour juices into a saucepan; bring to boiling.  Combine sour cream or yogurt and cornstarch.  Stir into juices. Cook and stir over medium heat until thickened and bubbly.  Cook and stir 2 minutes more.  Slice meat and serve with gravy.


Monday, March 3, 2014

Good news

Yes, I have some good news!

First, the house is all repaired.  All that is left to do is to get the town inspector to come and sign off on the permit, which should be done tomorrow.  Then I will have to bribe my friends into helping me move my bedroom furniture into the newly-repaired master bedroom.  Hooray!

Second, I got a job! It's a long commute away but the good thing is, I don't have to drive much. I drive 11 miles to the bus. From the bus I take the subway, which is a giant pain, but the bus is relaxing and I get a lot of reading done. Also, it seems like a great place to work so far.  I have a nice boss, great coworkers, and the place has fantastic benefits.  Also, I think I'm going to learn a lot.

I have to say, I am very, very lucky to have the people in my life that I do.  My friends and colleagues (and my old boss) rallied right around me when I got laid off and helped me--they sent me job leads, connected me with people who connected me with other people, and basically through them I was able to get interviews and job offers.  I am deeply, deeply grateful.

Also, with the house thing--well, I have a carpenter friend who painted the inside and tore up the grungy carpet for me (and wouldn't take money outside of materials, despite my numerous attempts to pay him).  He put me in touch with a good contractor who was able to fix the house after the car hit it, and this contractor has been a gem.  He's done some extra things around the house as well and is basically a good guy.

You know the saying that bad things come in threes? Well, I've decided that good things come in tens.

(They don't, really, anymore than bad things happen in threes, but we're so good at looking for patterns and finding them, and confirming our own biases that I figured confirming a happy bias would be a good thing.)

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The power of networking

I may be writing this too soon.  I may be unemployed for much, much longer.  However, I am going to tell you a little about what I'm doing to find a job.

First, I am obviously applying for jobs.  That should go without saying.  I'm applying for everything I possibly can, because frankly, being unemployed stinks.  Anyone who thinks that I should be taking stock and doing some sort of philosophical retreat where I find myself needs to pull their head out of the hole it's stuck in.  I'm not retired.  While I've got a cushion, it isn't infinite. I'd rather have a steady income coming in, and a job.

What I'm also doing is networking.  When I was a newly minted college graduate (over 20 years ago), I wasn't sure what networking was.  And people made it sound so complicated.  One friend was talking about contacts and tiers and whatnot.

I've been in my field for about 14 years now; I've been networking the whole time.  I didn't realize it at first, but after my first layoff I saw it.  All it is is getting in touch with your contacts--friends, former coworkers, colleagues, etc. You do it if you're working. You do it if you're unemployed. And you do it for various reasons.

Through friends, coworkers, colleagues, and former workmates, I have been able to learn about places where I'm interested in working.  They've given me a candid and honest assessment of the department where I'd be working, the organization overall, and the people. They've let me know who would be good to talk to and connected me with them (you know, like a network. Weird, I know). They have let me know about job opportunities or upcoming job opportunities.  They have let me know who the best person to talk to about an open position would be.  They have forwarded my resume and gotten me in touch with people, who got me in touch with other people.

Here is what networking isn't:

It isn't your buddy getting you a job. That isn't how it works.  My friends and colleagues can put in a good word for me, but they don't say "Hey, can you do me a favor and give Pamela a job?" Maybe in some situations that happens, but don't bank on that.

It isn't going to conferences and events and handing out your business card frenetically.  I mean, yes, conferences and events can be quite helpful. And they can also be a great way to meet people and make connections. But you want to know who it is you're contacting. If it's just a name in your contacts list and you know nothing about them, then you're not doing this right.

It isn't being best buddies with everyone you contact. It's isn't about being anyone's buddy, though I'm certainly friends with a lot of people I've worked with.  The thing is, if someone I used to work with several jobs ago contacted me because they wanted to know more about a place where I was working or job opportunities, I'd do what I could for them.  It doesn't matter if we hadn't been in close touch, or in touch at all, in several years.

It isn't going to an event and complaining about your job search.

Talk to people you've worked with (either at jobs, volunteer activities, professional activities, etc.).  Talk to people you've met along the way (from conferences, seminars, school, etc.). Don't get pouty if they haven't talked to you on the regular since you worked with them, since people get busy and it's nothing personal. If you mix this up with being BFF's with someone, it will complicate things.  The fact is, the people who are currently rallying around me all have lives and spouses and kids and busy jobs and aging parents and homes and volunteer commitments. We weren't in very close touch. But when I reached out, they weren't all "OH MY GOD PAMELA YOU HAVEN'T CALLED ME IN SO LONG I WILL NEVER HELP YOU BECAUSE YOU AREN'T A FRIEND." They said "Oh, I had no idea! I'll definitely keep an eye out for you, and yes, call me if you want to ask me about any place or person I may know something about."  These include people I do consider friends, and people whom I like but who are more colleagues.

Just letting people know you're in the market for a new job (or for a job) can be helpful. Here is what my friends and colleagues have done:

  • They've passed along job opportunities.
  • They've forwarded my resume to a hiring manager.
  • They've let me know who I should send my resume and cover letter directly along to.  In a couple of cases, they talked to those people and those people contacted the hiring manager, and I got interviews.
  • They've passed my resume along to people they knew, and asked them if they'd talk to me about job opportunities outside of my field.
  • They've introduced me to people who work in my field and who have a lot of connections.  Those people have, in turn, put me in touch with other connections, have put in a good word for me at different places where I have applied, and have given me some good advice on various organizations I am applying to.  One went over my resume and gave me some great advice on how to structure it for different jobs.
  • Anyone who was a supervisor in the past has said they'd provide me with a good recomendation.
  • They've given me an idea about the lay of the land at a place where I'd be interviewing--what the office culture was like, what the people I'd be interviewing with were like, etc.
  • They have sometimes tempered my expectations, put things in perspective, or encouraged me.
  • They have caught things that I have done that would be appealing to hiring managers.  Sometimes you don't know that you've done something notable because, well, you've done it and it seems mundane to you. But a couple of people have pointed out I did a few things that would be quite appealing.
  • They've clarified things for me.  I thought I wasn't going to be a good candidate for one place, but a friend who worked there said they'd be interested in talking to me. 

Don't be afraid to network.  And don't stop doing it, even if you're employed.  Sometimes, talking to someone else you know in your field about an issue can bring some new ideas to you.  They can really help.

And don't forget to reciprocate. And by reciprocate, I mean, if anyone you know needs your help, help them to the best of your ability. Don't scorekeep. (Remember, just because someone in your field or worklife universe isn't your BFF doesn't mean you don't help them out.) If you don't think they'd be the right fit for a job, tell them--it's going to save them time and trouble (it was very helpful to me in the past). If you can give them information they need or help them if they look for a job or help them with some ideas with an issue they're having, you'll be doing them a great favor.

I have to say, I am humbled and gratified by the support I've gotten. I had this the last time I was laid off, and I can tell you that is why I will not refuse anyone help.





Saturday, January 25, 2014

In this update, I am going to bright side everything

Just call me the queen of spin.

Okay, first, the good news.

I got a house! Hooray! It's a beautiful two-bedroom ranch, has a good-sized kitchen with decent storage, it's bright and didn't need any major work done.  I had the inside painted (the former owners painted the ceilings off white and in one bedroom tan).  I had the old, scuzzy carpet replaced with beautiful strand bamboo flooring I got a good price on.  The windows were new. The roof was in good shape. The siding was good. It has a dry basement (the house lot is on an incline, so no water issues).  It's in a nice neighborhood. It's near conservation land. It's not on the ocean (the ocean is a great location in the summer, but come storm season and you start to worry).  It's 960 square feet which is the perfect size for me.  The former owners left me the washer, dryer, lawn mower, leaf blower, hedge trimmer, and yard implements.  As well as some firewood (yes, there is a fireplace). It has gas heat. It is perfect!

Now, here's some more good news to repeat to yourself when you finish reading this post.
  • I am available for lunch pretty much anytime now.
  • I am providing business to various local businesses.
  • I am getting to know my neighbors thanks to unusual circumstances.
  • I have had the time to do things like unpack, replace some of the electrical switchplates, and take care of other small, niggling things I need to do around the house. 
I'm sure you can guess where some of this is going. But you may not see the second part. Hold on to your hats.

I passed papers in November, on Thanksgiving week. In mid-December, I was laid off.  Well, awesome.

Granted, as the time drew near, I had some clear indications and started making preparations. It wasn't that much of a shock to me.  I was calm when it happened, because I knew my finances were in order, I had a cushion, and I had some resumes out. I'd be okay. It would be a pain, but that is life.  Life is risk, I moved and bought close to a job I planned on sticking with, and well, the odds didn't work out that way.

My former supervisor has been a great help--she wrote me a wonderful letter of recommendation, is providing a reference, and passes along job leads.  We are still in touch. The only reason why I was laid off was money--no one wanted to do it.  They needed me but my job wasn't "essential," and the organization was in a situation where this difference mattered.  So I have nothing but good things to say about my former boss, my former director, and my former coworkers. I also have nothing but good things to say about the organization, which is a great place with a worthy mission and good people.  My old coworkers and colleagues have been very helpful in my job search. My family has been there for me. One thing this situation has shown me is that I am fortunate to have such wonderful and supportive friends and family.

I was already busy with my job search--anyone who thinks being unemployed means it's all leisure time is sorely mistaken. It's a full-time job, looking for a job.

And then, one night (I wasn't in the house, thankfully), my neighbor's son had what sounds like a mini-seizure and crashed into the front of my house.  He hit the front wall of the master bedroom. There isn't a hole in the house, but the wall and the supports need to be replaced.

I am now sleeping in the second bedroom--my furniture is there.  He is okay, thankfully. Insurance is covering this. I am glad no one was hurt. He and his family feel awful about this.  But it was an accident. A terrible accident. The important thing is, no one got hurt. It's a pain (and I'll admit, I freaked out when I came back and saw what happened) but it's not the end of the world.  On the upside, I met two of my neighbors from this. One saw the damage and left me a note and her number.  She came by to check on me later that day.  The father of the guy who did it apologized; I told him I have no hard feelings or ill will towards him or his son--and his son did report it to the police and he did file a claim with his insurance company. I rear ended someone once; I had been careless. She was gracious and kind, and I have to tell you, I never forgot that. So I won't get nasty especially when someone does the right thing and takes responsibility. (The father was also nice enough to clear my driveway during the last snowstorm; I'm going to have to bring something like this to him and to the other neighbor who helped in the aftermath.  Or maybe some nice chocolates for my other neighbor).

And you know what? Even if it wasn't a straight up accident--even if he had been careless or drunk or texting or just horsing around--then I would hope this was the wakeup call he'd need.  I can be sanguine about this because (I'm repeating myself here) no one was hurt and insurance is paying for it. I probably wouldn't be so philosophical about it if one or both of those things were not the case. So don't mistake me for a shiny, happy, positive saint.

It sounds like a hard luck story, doesn't it? But I have a house for someone to hit with their car. That's something. I have a cushion. I have had interviews. I will eventually get something.  Even if the job is in the city and my commute is long, I'll be working (also, I won't be driving, since I can take the bus into town and take the subway to where ever I need to go).

I have had several interviews. I have had a lot of meetings with a contractor. I have been very, very busy. I am also still trying to plan my garden for next year. And I resolved to start updating this blog again on the regular, because I enjoy it, and I missed it.  I've tried and done things since I last updated this (including using my pressure cooker successfully. . .now I can pressure can and pressure cook!).

What have you all been up to?