|All That Stays Is Dying; All That Lives Is Getting Out
||[Dec. 17th, 2016|12:54 pm]
17 December 2016: Saturday|
Snow. Or, I should say, snow again; this is the second measurable fall. The first didn’t really make it to lunch; all that remained were a few small piles. We’ve gotten several inches this time, though it’s supposed to go above freezing and start to rain, and go to near 60F tomorrow.
Ah, New England.
Milestones, milestones. Couple weeks ago, on the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbour, was my birthday. I’m 62 now, and I want to know how such a thing could happen. Even better, couple days ago my kid sister turned 60. As I said earlier, I knew I was in trouble when my 89-year-old mother stopped making fun of me for feeling old and started sympathizing.
Finally finished my resume – or, in this industry, my CV. (Curriculum vitae, and I had to look that up.) Now I have to start spreading it about. Well, I’ve finished it as well as I can – I’m supposed to state all my publications, professional memberships, and academic honors. That would be a humorous book about Amberges my high school published in 1971 (with a print run, I think, of 100) and a monograph on the architectural history of a block of Hancock Street I wrote for a class and the Quincy Historical Society, where I did a lot of my research, asked for a copy of. Hmmm, and I belonged to the Purchasing Agent Boston group in the 80s…
I am not going to list my publications, professional memberships, and academic honors.
Ah, job hunting.
Now I have to go and help trim the two-foot tree which is all that we had the vim and pep for this year. (One year we just wound lights around the five-foot Lego building I’d been working on (Mostly I seem to build hotels).). Have a stupendous weekend, all.