The call came half-way through the Thursday SJ-R. I’ve gone three days without sub teaching this week, longest span for three weeks, so I hoped the 8:25 clarion was a harbinger of WORK. It was better.
It was the “lone arranger” from the bank. His people approved the loan for heat pumps for cherished upstairs renter. I was stunned, like when I heard John Kennedy was shot. I close the loan today and the dollars come Wednesday.
Returned to my chair to allow myself what I did not allow myself with the bank man on the phone . . . . and finished treading the SJ-R.
Two people who visited this blog Wednesday wished me “good luck!” An email and a conviviial newsy phone call. Thank you all.
I felt, over the past three days, that if I could net the loan, it would be the catalyst for me to concentrate on finding a full time employer, a sling shot to get me out of low earth orbit (You know what happens to people and things in low earth orbit? They get sucked in by the gravity of the circumstance and they become past tense.) and boosted on a new trajectory to the moon. Now that I have what I prayed for, I intend to make the most of this unanticipated reprieve. I owe it to me. I owe it to my story.
Today is the birthday of Bob Dylan. Coincidence? I think not.
If any of the foregoing suggest the presence of a man worthy of amployment as a communicator, please contact me. I’m in the white pages.
Live long . . . . . and proper.
Amployment? A subtle birthday dig at when Bob went electric, maybe?
I wish I could call that a subtle dig at when the Hibbing Kid went electric, but I’m not that smart. It was a typo . . . . only a typo by a distracted mime. But now that you mention it, his John Wesly Harding album was the last vinyl or antecedent medium of his that came into mon casa.
I was playing and singing Blowin’ In the Wind and Motorpsycho Nightmare and North Country Fair and Masters of War at a time when men downtown were still wearing HATS. I still am.
If I get smarter in these testy times, I won’t be that subtile about it.
As Jeb Clampett might say, Thanks as always, Steve, for kindly droppin’ in.