Just Today

I woke up this morning at the perfect time to be ready for an early morning appointment. Early for me, that is. I generally don't make pre-8:00 a.m. appointments if I can help it.

Later in the morning, I arrived safely and at the perfect time for yet another job interview. I have nearly had more job interviews in the last three weeks than I have in the rest of my life combined. (That statement is only impressive when I withhold the number of my previous interviews.)

Still later, when I was done setting up another interview for tomorrow, Dad said he only wished he could get interviews as easily as I seem to be able to. I reminded him that my goal really isn't to get interviews.... If thou hast enough interviews to qualify thee for Most Popular Applicant 2007 and still havest not a job, thy interviews are as confetti in a rain storm. Ah well. I don't suppose I would even be considered for Most Witty 2007, so I might as well compete for Most Popular.

This afternoon, I curled up on my bed for a few minutes and read about the early days of NASA and the day-to-day life of a NASA mission controller. Gene Kranz helped pioneer America's space program from the beginning--and sat at a control console through the Apollo missions and beyond. I found myself fascinated by the world of mission control and its racing heart throb of stressful activity that drove America onto the moon.

It alternately dripped and poured down rain all day today. Really, it has been the wettest summer of my recent memory. 'Tis fortunate that I love the rain. Speaking of summer, it is almost gone. Even as I type, I can glimpse a suddenly-yellowing maple tree from my window. Some of it's extremities are painted already in...brown. (Much as I'd like to, I simply can't make myself call it gold.) 'Tis fortunate I love fall.

It is almost time for dinner now. We are having soup and I can smell it. Soup, I think, was invented on a rainy fall day.

Not so very long ago, I sat down to write here. At first, I was looking only at a blank screen, thinking of various topics I might reduce to black specks on your computer screen. I was having trouble deciding between them, though. Then Abigail came by and offered her assistance.

"Write about me," she said, "talk about how nice I am."

Well, she is.