I think I'm just incurably fickle.

I have more questions for the masses. Well, the two people who actually read this with any regularity.

Why is it that I spent two years trying to get out of Syracuse, and now I plan on spending 5 trying to get back? I look around down here and frankly I'm scared. I had forgotten that most people here consider reading a strange pasttime. Even those you would think relatively intelligent: attorneys, teachers, architects. I could keep going, but I think you get the point.

I feel like the last reader on the planet down here. I once heard a story from a guy who was in a Waffle House reading and having coffee. He said the waitress asked him, "What'ya doing?" He replied reading. Her response was "What'ya doing that for?" It completely perplexed her that he was reading for no other reason than to read.

I now know how he felt.

Is it bad to already be planning a December or January long weekend trip back? To refuse to keep my house on the market now that the "jolly giant" backed out for fear he would go through the floor? To pine away for the view from my sunroom or front door? To long to get a good beer and fish and chips? Irish music? Used book stores?

I plan on renting my house now. I've spoken to a rental company and Clif will be showing them the house this week so they can give a rental estimate on how much they can get out of it. They already told us they think they can get the house to pay for itself.

Am I just fickle? Yes, I already know the answer to that. Why doesn't anyone ever try to stop me from doing these things. Okay, well one person tried to reason with me, but I was blinded by money. Still am really.

I still wouldn't be happy with my job prospects there, I would likely have to leave the legal field behind. Litigation is still not my thing. I enjoy writing the Briefs and papers, but don't send me to court. It shortens my life span.

Here I can safely stay out of court and work in real estate and transactional "stuff".

But I do miss the fact that the days are getting cooler there, and that soon pumkin farms will be opening, then the first signs of real Christmas festivities. Here it is all Christian based, and if you try to suggest teh holiday might have other more pagan beginnings you will be burned at the stake at an impromptou town gathering of the Spanish Inquistion.

My Wiccan side is deeply in hiding at the moment. I did reclaim my red hair yesterday though, I'm just inherently uncomfortable as a blond. It did go true blond again though.

Hopefully, it will not be a big deal where I work, but I have no guarantee of that.

I also miss the free festivals all summer long. Here they charge at least $20 per person per day for all festivals or events. Plus there are no ethnic festivals of any kind really. I went to the Cultural festival last weekend. It was mostly one group of Chinese participants and one guy in a kilt (more power to him). A couple of Indian groups had booths, but not much else.

I truly miss my Irish and German festivals. Not to mention the Highland games.

I did go see Wolfsong friday at a free concert here. That was amazing. Six very nice Scottish guys on one stage. (Goddess give me strength)

My friend and I went in together on one of their CDs and then managed to get it signed by all six. Now we get to fight over who gets it when she moves to Australia.

Oh well, live and learn. Maybe the Goddess is trying to teach me the value of humility, one more time. I'm a hard-headed learner when it comes to these "life lessons" of hers.

Time

Isn't it funny how fast time passes?

Does antone else ever just think: wow, law school is over? The Bar exam is over?

I now have to be an attorney. We're not playing student attorney anymore.

By the way, so much for not working 50-60 hour weeks. Yes, it will happen to you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm getting tons of experience and I like my job. It just calls for long hours. Lots of client "emergencies".

Ah, werewolves, houses, and stuff

It's true. The secrret is out.

I do prefer wolves to vampires. Not that I'm knocking the blood drinkers, but everyone has a preference.

Personally if it involved eternal life, I'd go either way, but again, preferences people.

Aside from Anita Blake there really don't seemm to be any good werewolve novels out there anymore. Or maybe I just haven't found them?


I think our house is selling. We have a serious offer finally from the jolly giant dude. I'm being nice, I don't think he's very tall or very happy. He seems to enjoy trying to jerk people around.

I was having none of it.

He doesn't deserve my house, and it bothers me to sell it to him. To all my old neighbors, I am sorry. But he's the only real offer. To my house, I'm really really sorry, I wanted to come back,, but Clif and Jen wouldn't let me.

I look for him to have many issues at closing, to which I say "Talk to my lawyer"----I've always wanted to say that :)

Anyway, I like my lawyer, he's a former professor of mine. I thoroughly enjoyed his classes, even the people who clearly did not read the class discription before signing up were entertaining.

They were very open classes with no judgment, well okay some judgment, but you had to really deserve it. You people know who you are out there.

Friendship

I feel very blessed with friendship right now.

I have so many people who have called now that the bar exam is over that I can't seem to return all the calls.

I owe a very, very good friend a call and simply haven't had time aside from work and house hunting to get back to her. She's even brave enough to want to come for a visit.

I've talked to very few people since the exam. I need to set aside a day for calls. Plus one of my friends is in town from Italy. We had lost touch and I didn't think I would see her again, or hear from her but here she is. Diana is kinda like that, she pops up when you are least expecting it.

I did speak with Jeremy, but I still owe him another call since we got interrupted.

The list goes on and on. When you add in the fact that I'm not really a telephone fanatic, it begins to explain the lack of initive on my part.

On a side note, we went to a gym today. It was one Clif goes to all the time. It's 50 cents to get in, and in a poorer part of downtown. Interesting group of people. A group of small men laughed at the little blond on the weight equipment. They stopped once I got started though. Hard to laugh at a woman who lifts more than you do, I'm only guessing of course. They were small, seriously shorter than me. Just imagine;)

All I could think about was how much fun Jeremy and I would have had if he had been there. I had so many comments to make that Clif simply would not have appreciated. Alas I laughed in my own head instead of out loud.

Hurray, Clif has work!

My Clifton is returning to the working world tomorrow.

He is going back to his old firm for slightly higher pay. I'm trying to get him to do only 4 days a week so he can still have time off. Just the 4 days a week significantly decreases our money issues.

He enjoys working with these people, too. Besides he was already getting bored being a house husband--only slightly though.

Interesting quote

This is a quote from the Seaside Repertory Theater that I just love:



"Mom looked a witch in the face one day, and now we're all fucked!"

Post bar

I have spent the last week drinking myself into oblivion and laying on a somewhat sunny beach in Florida.

I feel strange now that I'm back in Tennessee again. It's such a relief that its over, but I have no doubt I will be facing NY either in Feb or next July. At the lastest in 2-3 years when my contract is up. But for now its over.

We are thinking of yanking the Syracuse house off the market and just renting it. It doesn't seem to be selling, mostly because of my unique paint choices according to our realtor and because of her inability to have given us the only tow offers we have had. Yet I feel compelled to say the Goddess works in strange ways and maybe she is pushing me again to go back.


Hopnestly people it wouldn't take much right now. I nearly cried all the way back yesterday, I did not want to be returning here. I wanted to go home, but home no longer exists according to Clif.

I think we are going to just rent here for awhile and see what happens. I may have to give up gardening but we al make sacrifices.