Today the Grumpy Old Man had an interview for a job which may or may not turn out to be something like the job he applied for - confused? I don't blame you! He thinks he is in with a shot IF the TAFE in question is granted permission to have a diary and/or other publications for the rest of this year, otherwise the job will be aimed more towards an activities manager, in which case he has next to no experience. Now we play the waiting game. I hate the waiting game.
Tomorrow Ari has his 3.5 year old check where I will no doubt be asked which kinders I've applied for (the answer to which will be none so far) and then be on the receiving end of the, 'Oh dear!' exclamation because I'm such a neglectful and irresponsible parent, you know.
By the close of business tomorrow I also have to have posted of my submission to the Text Publishing Competition for this year. Couldn't enter last year because my manuscript was under submission - and then rejected without a letter (oh well). Considering I'm submitting that very manuscript with no real changes, I stand buckley's chance, but consider this an exercise of 'just do[ing] it!' because I so often don't.
Thursday is art school day for Erik - his last opportunity to fatten his folio before the highschool interview on Monday. It is also when I need to pick up my tee shirt for volunteering in the city for the Emerging Writer's Festival.
Now as if I didn't have enough on my plate, I've signed up to write 50 000 words in June, and so I have the next 60 hours or so to write up some sort of plan for this new novel (novel novel?), ha!
So, guess what I've been doing today... Well, exactly, nothing to do with any of the things I listed above. Of course!
When I'm a bit strung out or at loose ends or generally feeling in doubt about life and at odds with certainty, I craft.
In the past couple of days I've picked up a project I started in February, but then lost motivation to complete. At the rate I'm going I should finish it very soon, but in the meantime I thought I'd show you all a sneak peek!
Though it's not very clear from these photos, I'm crocheting a hexagon blanket (my favourite kind!), and the hexagons are white, light purple, dark purple and black.
Every now and then, in a random pattern, I throw in a red hexagon, just to break it up a bit.
I seem to be transitioning through colour stages in my life. When I was very young I loved yellow. In my teens it was green. Then in my twenties it was hot pink, in my early-to-mid thirties it was red, then in the last couple of years it's been purple, but just recently I'm back to green again, so while I adore this blanket, it is well and truly helping me work purple out of my system!
The next blank it bound to be in greens!
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