Molly Goatwax

Reality sets in

Where are my black silk slacks? Hmmph. They must have gotten purged a few seasons ago. Can't wear wool in this heat...gotta find the emery boards...get my hair trimmed...will a cotton twin set be too heavy? Yes, my idyl is swiftly coming to a grinding, screeching halt. I've been recruited. One of this area's larger banking concerns has sought me out for an interview Friday. They need to fill a senior position, and dammit, I'm qualified. So, pausing between bouts of crying, kicking and screaming, I've got to work on looking like a halfway normal human being and fool the recuiter. I had hoped to extend this hiatus indefinitely, but the roof needs fixing, the car-while reliable, is getting to be elderly enough to anticipate major repairs, another heating season is on the horizon for this old wooden house and someone's gotta pay for the pizza and milk I signed up for the younger daughter. I need to update my resume, leaving out the poetry awards, the hobbies and the ACLU. Cheer up and stop acting so princessy, I tell myself, they didn't even blink at my outrageous salary requirement. Hmmm...the newer SAABs have a glove box that heats or chills your snacks.

The Book of Mom

This is my Personal Ditzhead Assistant. It may resemble a Ratbook to certain initiates, but it fits in the heinie pocket of my jeans. In it are scrawled all of my snail mail addresses, collected vanity tag sightings, lists of things to do and look for as well as ideas that seize me in the night. On one page is written only: "bloviating troglodites". I have no idea why, but that's my handwriting, allright. It is not a perfect system. It does not remind me to do things unless I look inside it. That is why, yesterday, when I looked at some forms that had to be delivered to the 7 year old's school, and each and every danged one of them said "Must be returned by August 20", I kind of panicked. No milk at lunch. No pizza on Wednesdays, no field trips and no after school clubs! I filled them all in and signed them, then drove them to the school on my way to the farm. With my hair all wild from the wind and wearing a Dr. Suess character shirt, I blathered a tale of my life in the blender since I had been laid off. The devision secretary's eyes fixed me in a bulging stare as she assured me that it would be just fine and oh, how very sorry we all are and of course she understood. Hope you like French for Fun, kid.

Disillusioned

I am again disappointed, really bummed, that Fark has sold out. I thought these guys were just providing cool links- snippits of the weird and scooping the big news outlets sometimes, with advertising at the top and sides...but I was wrong. It's all for sale. I wonder if I can get a beer company to sponsor a studio cam for this site....

Coming your way.

Watch out you guys. I'm heading up to the farm to drop off a file.

The wall problem, solved

Today I ventured out to the used office furniture warehouse north of town to look at office partitions. I still need a movable wall to drape in black felt and take slides against in the backyard. Besides costing too much, they were all too heavy to move around by myself very easily. I told the salesperson what I wanted it for and he suggested plywood and "feet" from the hardware store. Disappointed, I was back to square one with the PVC pipe and wagon wheel plan in my head, when it hit me driving back to town. The picnic table! No one would care about a few nail holes in what the college kids next door gave us when they moved out years ago, it's pretty mossy, anyhow. I can upend it by myself and if it's not wide enough, a plank can be c-clamped to the top where I'd staple the felt. Time to dig out the tripod and the level...

Eyes to the ground

It's paper recycle day in Hamilton! While it hardly ever yields any useful items*, like bulk trash does, the piles set out for collection are interesting nonetheless. Say, that's a lot of cases of Corona the women next door have been drinking...and no, they haven't been entertaining...the young men across the street must have pizza 4 days a week...the lady down the street got a new hot water heater and the family on the next street bought quite a few window fans. Maybe their air conditioning conked out. I know, I know, you must be thinking; "Molly, don't you have anything better to do?" Well, yes, I do. I gotta figure out what to do with a chairback I found yesterday that matches the one I found previously. I showed the "new" chairback to Hubby, and said: "Honey I found this thing!" and he replied: "I'm glad you are making such productive use of your time".

* Last time I retrieved some newer phone books than the ones I had and put the old ones out in time for the truck.

Road trip envy

These antique silver charms were sharing a tray with hundreds of others of all types (cacti, cowboys, crosses etc.) at a flea market in Santa Fe, NM. I kept picking through them until I found all 8 states on old Rte 66, although I didn't know it at the time. I didn't know much about this historic highway, vaguely remembering a TV show and a clothing label, but with research was able to arrange the charms in order, west to east, in this necklace with faceted amazonites and hematite. I wear it now when I feel like cruising about with the car's ragtop down, shades on, breezes whipping through my hair and feeling generally, like, hip dude. My physician examined it on my visit the other day and said; "Don't tell me you had to drive the whole way to California to collect those!" Someday.

Testing....

Not quite refreshed

I cannot begin to describe how frustrating it has been to try to use this computer. Although the bugs, pop ups, worms and viruses are gone, so is the camera and the scanner. Until just now, the server for Typepad could not be found. I'm no geek, but if I could fix that, I might be able to find the paths to my hardware (the programs are there, so are the buses...) While I'm toying with that, you may ponder the magnificence of the peacock pictured. He is named George and he liked to wake us up at dawn at the Artists' Residence in Taos, NM.

Refreshed

Hubby set the computer up with a couple of all-night sessions with Norton and some other guys. Now she's got a little more spring to her step. It's time to clean out the mail boxes and see what's going on with some bloggers...maybe even look stuff up on search engines...