I just realized that I haven't posted anything since Tuesday. Not that this is such a terribly long time, it's just that I thought I'd posted yesterday or the day before. Not working does strange things to my sense of the passage of time. On the one hand, days of the week blend together and are hard to distinguish from one another. On the other, I feel like I'm quite busy and pressed for time, even though I don't have a job and I'm not in school right now. I'm getting too accustomed to this.
What exactly did I do this week? Swim lessons for the four year old, a PTA meeting, coffee with my neighbors, resume writing, resume class, cranky blogging about resume class. What else? Reading, exercising, homework (assisting 7yo), watching cartoons with kids, playing with Legos with kids, cleaning out my kitchen cabinets, baking muffins, cooking. And what else? I went to the movies today ("Frost/Nixon"--I liked it) and continued my halfhearted job search. Hmm, what else? Blogging, commenting on blogs, watching MSNBC, hissing at George W. Bush, scanning craigslist for a dresser, making lists and crossing items off those lists, Tweeting (confession--I just figured out how to text. No, I'm not an idiot, I just never wanted to text before, so I didn't bother. I just decided, ten years after everyone else, that I wanted to know how to text, so I figured it out. Bow before my technological awesomeness.), grocery shopping, and moving some pictures around on my walls. I like where they are now. Much better.
Here's another thing. I've been untying strings. All over the house, on chairs, lamps, table legs, bed posts...strings, sometimes attaching things to the furniture to which they are tied, and sometimes just a string. The strings are the work of the 4yo. Nearly every day, I discover a Transformer tied to a chair, or a Star Wars figure tied to a doorknob, or two pieces of furniture tied together. Everyone has a thing, and this is his thing right now.
String-tying is an occasional discussion topic in our house, although in a somewhat different context. My husband and I have an expression: "Koreans Tying Strings to Shit". My mother-in-law, like most Koreans of her generation, will fix or refurbish items until they are of absolutely no possible use anymore. She does not throw things away. Pursuant to this policy is a large ball of string (along with duct tape, needle and thread, thumbtacks, etc). If something comes apart, it gets pasted, sewn, tacked or most often, tied back together. This is how I came one morning a few years ago to drive my Honda to work with the rubber stripping tied on to the bumper, with a bow, no less. The stripping had fallen loose after I was rear-ended and it was my plan to take it into the shop that week (and I took it that day rather than continue to drive with the string repair job). My mother-in-law, thrifty and practical woman, declared it a waste to pay money to have this repaired…so while I was in the house feeding the baby before leaving him with her for the day, she was in the driveway, fixing my bumper. “See?” she said proudly, “fine now…you save money!” “Koreans Tying Strings to Shit” is just our little private idiomatic equivalent to “held together with spit and glue”. We use that expression whenever we see one of those “oh no, that doesn’t look like such a good idea” DIY jobs--like a storage shed we once saw which was built from plywood, old laminate paneling and lattice--that was some Koreans Tying Strings to Shit. So my son might be tying strings because he's a four-year-old boy. OR he might be paying tribute to his culture, by Tying Strings to Shit. In either case, he's thorough and prolific, for which I admire him.
This was quite a productive week in my estimation. I'm not sure I have time for a job. I'm busy.