A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Last night’s (October 7) presidential debate was a long and ho-hum affair, wasn't it? No one stumbled much, but no one soared.
Now that my world has shrunk to walking the dog and looking for jobs, things look a little different.
For awhile there, I was even dreaming about dogs, which is pleasant enough. Lots of running around and joy in being a dog. But dogs, if you've noticed, don't look up to the sky much. Someone who has hunting dogs will rush to say it ain't so, but for the most part, dogs have their eyes on the present and on the ground. They look straight ahead, sometimes. Not up.
About 80% of job hunting falls into the wild goose chase category. Yesterday I was lucky, finding two jobs I'd love and applying for them. One even came with a personal contact, the Holy Grail of job searching. So I was not surprised when today's search reverted to the norm.
It's all overhead honkers when the Monster Job Search Agent report shows up in my e-mail. Under the search category "editor-writer" come the following jobs, most of which seem to be in Florida and Texas:
- Janitorial Day Help
- Full Time Detailer/General Laborer
- GIS Coordinator
- TRAVEL THE USA
I have something my friend's husband lusts after: a barely used wood burning furnace, a little dusty but ready to go.
So Dana and I are working out an arrangement. I'll swap him the furnace in exchange for a long tick-list of chores, a "honey-do" list for somebody else's honey. Prioritizing all the little tasks of delayed maintenance is going to be hard, but I'm pretty sure the screaming toilet will be right up there.
My DVD player broke yesterday, and a lovely stack of wanna-see movies from the library sits unopened at its side. It's the latest assault of entropy on a household full of delayed maintenance. I should have done something when I first heard that little chugging noise. Famous hindsight words, "should have."
New players are ridiculously cheap, but this one has a VCR component too. So I'll probably save it, half-working, along with all the other half-working objects the crowd my material world.
I spent half the day today volunteering for the Obama campaign at the West Allis office, where I ran into more Tosans I know than I run into at the North Avenue Sendiks. It's wonderful to be in an environment of hope, surrounded by people from 20 to 80 who are working to make something that matters happen.
At one point, a man came in to ask for literature. He said he was undecided and was looking for information to help him decide. But mostly, he was angry. He was angry about the bailout, angrier about bailing out people who had mortgages, angriest about politicians--McCain and Obama alike. Somehow he'd gotten the idea that Muslims, the poor, and the unemployed were responsible for the collapsing economy. His voice rose as he talked about a world full of people who get breaks they don't deserve and then look down on him.
Wauwatosa seems to be divided about a couple things, Halloween and who should be president among them. October 26 was official Trick or Treat day, but the real Halloween is next Friday. Some neighborhoods celebrated this weekend, others are holding out for the real thing. Some of us didn't figure out which until it was too late.
It's no secret that I'm a political partisan (as well as a partisan of old fashioned Halloweens), but this blog isn't about that. It's about hoping that when it comes to the upcoming election, you will figure out who you want in office before it's too late, and you will figure it out based on something besides fear and anger. A lot of false notions are masquerading as facts and scaring the bejesus out of people.
I could have sworn that I saw a deadline for submitting people's letters to the NOW editor in support of presidential candidates. So I was surprised when I opened the lovely hard copy of Wauwatosa NOW this morning and saw none. No carefully thought out, reasoned arguments. No wacky contentions. No voices we've heard for years and voices that surprise us. I miss that.
There's a charming article, The PEOPLE'S choice, about elections for school president at the Wilson Elementary School. Zach Miller won and promptly named Cory Schultz vice president. Now that's a system a person can get behind!