I imagine that this flower (upon seeing me with a camera) decided to stand up straight and smile prettily.
You may have read the post about my job interview a couple of weeks ago. I got the job! I’ll start the first ,week of August. Before hearing about this job, I applied for another one. I’m interviewing for that tomorrow. It’s possible that I could do both, and work sporadically (as I do now) at the job I currently have. It’s possible, but it might be a disaster. We’ll see what happens. I may not even get this other one.
In other news, I finally went to the foot doctor to get help with my wobbly ankles and gait difficulties. He said my problem is high arches, and he prescribed orthotics for me. I’m also going to physical therapy to correct my imbalances. I think it’s working. I’m just hoping to be a lot stronger in time for the Gen Con performance. The ATS move called Water Pot gives me the most trouble. In our choreography, it is rather fast. This move is difficult if your feet don’t work right.
Here’s a video of the Water Pot by Belladonna Bellydance. Note, the first turn she does is in the wrong direction.
So I’m trying to practice our 17 or so minute set at home twice in a row to build up stamina in my legs. My calves get fatigued with too much walking or dancing. I’m working hard to be the dancer I used to be.
As usual, I have a billion things I want to accomplish, and not enough time. As usual, I need to get up early but I don’t.
I guess all I can do is keep trying.
And I’m also trying to get into the making and selling jewelry business.
I’ll have pieces for sale at the Different Drummer Belly Dancers exhibit booth.
And I’m really getting into selling on eBay. My husband had a couple of old Polaroid cameras. One sold yesterday and the other one sold while I was writing this post.
There you have it.
Sometimes I feel like writing fiction. Something inside of me wants to tell a story. I’ll begin and then quit, swearing that the process is too painful to endure. Is it that I’m afraid to fail? Am I afraid that writing fiction would require that I reveal the dark parts of myself?
Maybe there are already too many stories, and mine are not necessary. It’s always the same thing with me.
I wish I had known when I was a child that art is for everyone. I think I would have worked hard to become proficient, and I would have a career in something creative. Now I may have only 40 or 50 more years to get good at something.
Yesterday was interesting. I sold something on Ebay, and it was time to ship it to the buyer. I packed up the item, weighed on my stamps.com scale, and printed the postage. I went out the mailbox hoping the box would fit. It did not. So, I figure out can watch out for the mailman and hand it to him when he gets to the house. I kept thinking I heard the mail truck, and I would go look out the window-no mailman. This was going to be one of his late days. That would have been okay if I didn’t have an eye appoint at 3:00. But I did have an eye appointment, and I wanted to leave the house at 2:30 to give myself plenty of time to get there. 2:30 comes around and the mailman still hasn’t showed. I have to go, so I take the package to the car with me. I’ll go to the post office and drop it in the parcel drop thingy. There are two post office locations in Bloomington. One is on the east side, and the other is kind of halfway between the east side and the west side. That one we call the Ponderosa post office because it’s in the building that used to be the Ponderosa restaurant. But, before I leave the house, I see the mail truck down the street. I figure I’ll wait a few minutes for him to get to my house. I sit in the car and look at something on my phone (probably I played Angry Birds). It seems to be taking forever for him to make his way up the street so I look again. It appears he hasn’t moved. So I leave.
I get to the optometry clinic and find that the air conditioning isn’t working. It would have been nice if they had called to see if I wanted to reschedule because the ac was out. Anyway, I get through the appointment and head to the post office It isn’t easy to get to the Ponderosa because it’s situated between two one-way streets and the parking lot is only accessible from the street that goes north-bound. I’m behind a slow moving vehicle and they turn into the parking lot ahead of me. They turn really slowly and then stop to let the passenger out without giving much warning that they plan to do that. I’m annoyed because I need to get around them, and I don’t have much room since they stopped 3 seconds after pulling into the parking lot. I park and go into the post office. There is a guy with the package at the package drop so I have to wait my turn. I get to the thing only to find it won’t open. I guess they locked it because it was full or something. So I have to wait in line. At the post office, there’s always someone ahead of you who has some complicated business to conduct. I always try to make my interaction with the postal worker quick and efficient. Anyway, the package got sent. Then it was time to go to the Y with Dad and take Cammie to the vet to check if the medication she got on Saturday was working for her eye infection. That was my Monday.
I wrote a few paragraphs and then decided it was all stupid, so I decided to leave the first word from each line and see what that looked like. It’s also stupid.
Writing is dumb. A blogger I follow recently wrote a post in which he said blogging is not writing. If this isn’t writing, maybe it’s not dumb. Maybe I can use these 8 words as a prompt that will result in something beautiful and the opposite of dumb.
Because I have to have a picture. This is from 2008. I called it “Solitude.”
I had a job interview today. It was for a part-time job describing images in digital texts for the visually impaired. You see, people who have to rely on screen readers to access text cannot understand images unless they are described. The people who are doing the hiring use the guidelines for describing STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) images. Those guidelines can be found on the website for the National Center for Accessible Media..
Part of the interview involved writing a description for an image, so I went to the website to prepare. I read the guidelines and looked at the examples. It looked difficult! I wasn’t sure that I could do it, but decided I would go and do my best. I think I did a pretty good job describing the assigned image, and I even thought it was fun.
The interview portion went well too. For once, I had a lot of intelligent questions to ask the interviewers. I don’t know if I’ll get the job. They might find someone else who is perfect for it. That’s okay because this experience left me feeling confident and capable.
Sometimes it takes a job interview to remind you of your strengths. I feel like I can realize my dreams. I can live the life I want to live.
I took some pictures of a flower (a weed I think), on the way back to the parking garage. I’d like to use it for one of my pendant necklaces. Like these…
I’m not too happy with the picture, but there was an ant on the flower that I didn’t see until I had taken the shot. I think it’s an ant.