There's an air of crazy expectation each morning when you're job hunting. What will today bring? Will the phone ring? What if today's the day? You think these things as you're pouring your coffee and putting on your socks and letting the dog out.
My week's been full of resumes and applications and interviews and job leads. Nothing yet. But yesterday, after watching my now-routine hour of Samantha Brown and knitting like a fiend, I put on my shoes and grabbed my keys and took Millicent to the dog park.
Millie, it turns out, adores the dog park. (My friend Marie told me about it, so Millie really has her to thank.) Each time we go, Millie runs and wrestles and plays and gets in the middle of all the enormous dogs, where she's forced to cower against the fence and wait for me to come rescue her. But yesterday, a girl named Carrie beat me to it. Millie licked her in thanks and I said, "Gosh, thanks so much" in thanks, and Carrie and I started to talk.
Carrie, it turned out, is a rock star at Hunt Oil in Dallas. I could feel God smiling as Carrie and I exchanged contact information and she offered to do a little nosing around to see what positions there I might be qualified for. Only God could arrange such an oil exec/oil and gas girl meeting at a dog park! As Millie and I got in the car, happy and dusty, I thought about how God really does have all this under control. Not that we doubted. It's just awesome to see some evidence.
So I'm back to knitting and Samantha Brown as I wait for the phone to ring and emails to come back. Good news? There are a handful of new HouseHelpers in the Freeman House Shop. Oh, and now I know I have to go to Crete before I die. Samantha was there this week and I loved every minute of it.
The weekend already? Happy weekend, everyone. -Brin