Yeah, it’s been a bit. Last you saw me I was returning home after a long trek to California. One that, sadly, turned out to be a waste of time.
No, they didn’t hire me.
And just between you and me, internet…that one stung a little. I had mentally prepared myself for that to be my life. For my family to be Californians. To work with drones. I’d even started looking at school districts and commute distances. That’s how far I thought we’d gotten.
Turns out it was only me who thought that.
And it hit me really hard when they did eventually tell me they weren’t “moving forward.” (Which took 10 days of agonizing waiting.) It still does, actually. Moreso now that I’m back to grinding job sites, and getting slapped with several rejection letters a day. It’s hard not to be a little bitter.
But listening to me feel sorry for myself is not what you’re here for. So let’s get to that instead.
Daph, Jen and I have indeed started our summer together. And one of our first major outings was to Comicpalooza at the George R. Brown downtown.
Sadly, the convention was not worth even talking about. Except to lament that it was $100 that I really wish I hadn’t spent. Not even close to being worth it. It looked like a giant flea market with a celebrity bazaar next door.
What was worth the price of admission, however, were the fountains in the park nearby.
This picture says a lot. I’m happy (and saddened) with how it came out.
Anyway, that part was a good time, and totally worth the trip downtown.
There’s also been quite a bit of snuggle/nap time while the job hunt ensues.
Jib is happy about all this time we get to spend together as well.
The dog who isn’t happy with us, however, is Alex.
We’d become increasingly concerned about the mass that had grown on his forehead. It was a huge pink lump that had tripled in size in as many months, occasionally bled, and it was not far from growing into his eye.
And so, we took him to the vet to have it removed.
And I’ll tell you, when I picked him up after his surgery, I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision.
Look how miserable this poor little guy is…
“Perhaps” I thought, “he’s old enough to where I should’ve just let it be.”
He had to wear that cone for almost 2 weeks, and in all that time he never got used to it. This very morning, just before we went back in to have his stitches removed, he was still walking into walls and accidentally flipping his food bowl over with it.
But, as I said, today he got his stitches out and was finally emancipated from the cone of shame.
Happy puppies make all of it worthwhile.
Okay, I’m off. Have a great week everyone.