Here the Lady and I sit in Fort Worth, having been run out of Houston by Sister Rita. We’re high and dry courtesy of Gretchen, and in a meager attempt to repay her kindness and generosity I’ve been doing some odd jobs around the house in preparation for her to sell it. Of course, my arsenal of tools is still in New Orleans — mostly soggy and ruined — but I’m making due with the materials at hand. Sadly, I will not be able to construct the new minarets and crenellations I envisioned, but at least I can fix the things that need fixing.
Our apartment in Austin will be ready this weekend, and weather and storm permitting, we ought to be able to move in on Monday afternoon. I have a job interview on October 4th, and with any luck possibly a job to go with it afterwards. Otherwise, the hunt continues. Vincero!
That’s my update and I’m stinking to it.
YAY for new apartments, yay for job interviews and yay because you’re going to get that job. I have to believe in positive thinking at the moment [yes, me? positive thinking? I know, I know — this is what hurricanes drive cynics to do!]
You guys are in our thoughts, though oddly I wish we were in your backyard again.
Much love,
ghetto.
How you folks doing? Cannot get through to anyone. What is the status on the apartment and stuff, yes you michael and other stuffs?