The hundredth tree is still only a tree.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: April 12, 2019
Caveat: Role Reversal
I’m having a hard day.
I had dropped off my application for a job with the Craig Schools on Monday. But I was told at the time that Friday would be the earliest someone would look at it (though it wasn’t promised for Friday, either).
Anyway, today is Friday. I have a really hard time with “waiting,” where I have zero control and zero chance to know what might happen. Which is what my situation is. Will someone call, or not? Will it be positive or negative in outcome? I don’t even have a way to guesstimate probabilities.
I found myself playing a game on my computer. I don’t actually do that much. Hardly ever.
Meanwhile, I went downstairs and Arthur was being productive. He was sorting out his finances, in the wake of having written a large check to the well-drillers yesterday.
So Arthur, who normally spends hours each day playing solitaire or tetris on his computer, was doing useful things.
Meanwhile, I was killing time with a game on my computer.
I joked with him that we’d undergone a role-reversal.
Caveat: Poem #985 “Too early to tell”
ㅁ huckleberries bloom the gravel road weirdly dries the sky hints of spring
– a pseudo-haiku.
