Yesterday, I was offered a part-time program developer job at a small grassroots nonprofit organization in the Bronx! It occurred to me that although I have thus far spent nearly my entire career working with community-based organizations by providing technical assistance and training, I never worked at one. I think this is going to be very interesting. Just as important, the organization does not work in the child care field. Step one away from work that makes me miserable! Hurray!
After my interview, I headed further north in the Bronx to take some pictures of the Lourdes of America shrine for Off the Beaten (Subway) Track. (Yes, a church built a replica of the miraculous healing grotto in Lourdes, France so that parishioners here can enjoy its superpowers. I love it.) Rain fell from the sky in buckets. (Yes, anonymous grammar hawk, I get that this is a metaphor.) I worried that I would not get a good shot, but lo and behold, the second I stepped into the church yard, the rain stopped. I snapped away, filled my empty Snapple bottle with miracle water (the same water source that serves all city residents), and went on my way. As I left the churchyard, it began raining like cats and dogs. (Yes, anonymous grammar hawk, this is a simile.)
Then last night Clinton took Texas and Ohio, giving her the ammo she needs to justify her continued ego trip - I mean, run for the presidential nomination - although it could destroy the Democrats' chance at winning the White House in November by inciting anger, resentment, and bad will all around. I'm not sure how many times I can say this, but damn, I miss Pat Schroeder. What a class act. The thought of a McCain presidency is overwhelmingly depressing, so I will try to not dwell on it.
Perhaps it is time to register for cheese making lessons. This way, I'll at least have some concept of how to fulfill my ridiculous plan B, which is to move to a sheep and goat farm in the UK if the US is subject to four more years of Republican rule. My anxiety is like a bull in a china shop mixing kashi with borscht.
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Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteAnd I vote yes for cheesemaking.
My hubby and I first thought we'd move to Cananda - after visiting family in NW PA recently we rethought that fridgid idea. So maybe somewhere warm where I can make Pina Colada's for tourists and not have to deal with republican's or Hillary. Same, same, same.
ReplyDeleteCongrats!
ReplyDelete"My anxiety is like a bull in a china shop mixing kashi with borscht." So, that's no simile nor metaphor. What is it?
If you move to rural rural US it'd be almost like being overseas. Perhaps even like a third world country and you can make cheese there.
I think it is a mixed metaphor, which honestly are my favorite kinds of metaphors/similes because they are so exaggerated. Exaggeration is fun.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! Remember when we went on that cheese factory tour?
ReplyDeleteI do not want to learn to make cheese curds. Those were nasty.
ReplyDeleteall: in the event of a republican vote rort - I mean win - can I suggest Australia as an alternative? we have just elected a more respectable, humanist government after 11 years of festering conservatism. plus it is (mostly) warm and sunny here!
ReplyDeletewe are watching closely, and have our fingers crossed for you!
voting definitely cheese, at any rate. ;)
Australia would rock! I suggested this to my husband, but he seemed to not be as excited to relocate to a sheep farm in Australia as I am. He is a fool. A fool I love, but still a fool. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your hyperbole!
ReplyDeleteI never met an exaggeration I didn't love! Glad you are enjoying it, Marm.
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