"a degree"

my oldest son sometime in April pretending to stalk us at the park . . . with amusing digital photo tricks

So we were sitting around the quiet pool this afternoon, all our five oboyzies had gone in to play Wii, having swum themselves all out. Or, well, the big one did vaccuum out the bottom of the pool ... such a nice boy.

... and we were talking about dodging the storms in the only mostly greyish sunlight available, and whether we would go to the wine tasting tonight, and when would be a good time to have us over for muffelettas. It totally felt normal and un-deprived. I mean at this point in my life I have reached what I and maybe some other people would consider at least moderate "success" - I'm no longer the girl that had only lost a job as a church secretary. I was actually an assistant manager of a very high-performing Linens N Things... our store was awesome in the LNT realm, it really was. Which is sad.

Also it could be sad that I partly judge my success based on what jobs I've lost?

Then my friend called her friend about the jobby job for me and she-who-answers-the-phone (and is also the wife of the friend) said he went to the freakin art center and found someone "with a degree" (???) and hired her and I'm just like, damn.

I had no idea I was that excited about it. I whined a little because, like, duh, I have a bachelors degree. In fine art. I really am disappointed. So anyway maybe his dealio with whoever will fall through. Or maybe she made that up partially. Not like I have any vegetables to pick yet.

I took all them years of art-in-the-dark, sitting looking at slides of historical artworks and making little paper airplanes out of silvery DoubleMint gum wrappers. I took them thar pho-to-graphy claaases. I did all that time in the darkroom, all those bizarre and impossible to remove stains on my pickley scented clothing. Not that I would need that particular talent for this job... but still. And then, he goes and finds someone with "a degree"?? Humph.

That's okay I bought some fabric markers and tote bags. I will console myself. And some fake gerbera daisy flowers to put around the wind sock J. bought for his dad's headstone vase.

If I could choose a new ring-tone, this month it would be "Be kind to your web footed friends, that duck might be some body's mother... be kind to your friends in the swamp..." Because the Flight of the Valkyries is getting old and Mary Had a Little Lamb is so yesterday.