Anna

One of the blogs I subscribe to is Gardencourt, written by Anna McGarrigle (or Anna Lanken as I think I read she goes by in her private life).  Yesterday Anna posted about visiting Kate's grave and about what's being done to the cemetery it's in (basically it's being turned into a subdivision).

Last night I dreamt I was trying to sing with Anna - stand in for the voice that was missing, Kate's voice.  It wasn't working.

Sigh.  More dreams that fall into the category of Too Ridiculously Obvious.

In other news, I watched What's Love Got To Do With It last night (after obsessively watching a YouTube video from the 1960s of the Ike and Tina Turner Revue doing "River Deep Mountain High" last week,  I decided to Fletnix the movie, which I'd never seen), and lost it entirely when Anna Mae discovers Buddhism.  Always sort of interesting to see what's going to set me off.  Nichiren Buddhism wasn't the branch that Jerry was interested in - but close enough, I guess.

Today's my last day as an unemployed person (I still am so surprised about it that I hesitate to write that, as if maybe I've made the whole thing up), although I won't be paid for the time I'm away, which seems fair to me.  I went out yesterday and got a few more items to eke out my office wardrobe, since I'm guessing jeans, sweatshirts and lacquer-covered Doc Martens aren't going to be appropriate.  Based on what I saw in my interview, the dress code at the office appears to be more on the casual side - Jim, the executive director who hired me, was wearing a sweater over his business shirt, and no tie, and the other two people I talked to weren't dressed too fancy - but I'll have to take a little time to see what is appropriate, and in the meantime I now have a couple of skirts and a couple of shirts, and two more pairs of black Gap "premium" pants - which will NOT, unlike their predecessor, end up in the dryer.  Yeah, those black pants very clearly say "line dry" on the label, and I had washed them at least 5 times before this past weekend without incident.  Did laundry Saturday, hadn't gotten around to hanging up the clean clothes yet, was going to sleep Sunday night when I suddenly realized I had no memory of hanging the black pants to dry when I took them out of the washing machine.  Because, of course, I hadn't.  Tried them on Monday, and they were now too short and too snug (although they still close, which is a miracle of some sort).  So I called the Gap Monday night and had them put a pair aside for me, went and got them Tuesday and got an extra pair for good measure, then discovered I got $20 off both of them between a "reward" card and a store discount.  So good timing, anyway.  I'm going to have to concentrate really hard at this new job to avoid having Widow Brain episodes like that.  I'm going to have to concentrate really hard, period, to keep my mind from wandering away while people are talking to me, which it still does so much.

Went against lots and lots of my principles and ended up getting the office clothes yesterday at Wal-Mart.  I had tried Kohl's and not found anything that worked; at Wal-Mart I found a Norma Kamali pencil skirt that actually fits right, unlike most other pencil skirts I try on, which usually end up having all sorts of excess fabric on the sides that makes my hips look enormous.

And I finally gave in to curiosity and ordered those Dansko shoes from Zappos.  I suspect they'll be on their way back to Zappos fairly soon after they get here, but I just really want to know one way or the other if I can wear them.

Appointment with the counselor this afternoon, last one for a while, between work and the trip to Alabama.  Not sure if I'll start up again when I get back.  Guess it'll depend how I feel.

Personal to whoever is calling every day from a toll free number and not leaving a message: I have Caller ID.  I don't recognize the number, I don't answer.  Leave a message or stop calling.