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Chapter 4: in which we wait and sort through things

Things in my head, things in the house. It all needs sorting. 

Through it all, I’ve been writing, working on the novel. I’m about 5000 words into it and have a synopsis of every chapter. I need to tighten up an important plot line, but I’m very happy with my progress so far.

As of right now, we still haven’t heard yay or nay from the company considering Vladimir for hire. It’s a little bit of a let down after all the hither and thither. But we shall see.

Meanwhile, I’m using the energy to accomplish a herculean task that I have been procrastinating for years moving into decades. That of a true organization of all of our documents and history.

Our garage sale room is filling up. That is exciting to see. But the tide of disorder is also filling up and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll really every be able to dig myself out of it. It’s especially hard with children that do get curious, or suddenly find a love for the toys they never played with that you will be giving away now. I think that is why I did it in my living room. Now I MUST clean it up. And by this Sunday since we have family coming over. Deadline. Family. All good.

Ran across some recommendation letters from my senior year in HS. Interesting stuff. I barely remember English but it was my English teacher that I approached, even though I was going for a biology major.

There is something else I discovered too. I used to think that part of my less than stellar record in college was because I read all the time. I no longer believe that. I wrote. I am surprised at the amount of poems I have found, and a few aborted attempts at fiction previous to my creative writing class. I haven’t really had a chance to go through them, though I’m pretty sure that they’ll be mostly bad, since I’d really had little training. Though I did see a sonnet. It will be interesting to see what I actually did when I have the time. Maybe I’ll have a ‘really bad poetry’ tuesday or something. I’m still reminded of the calculus paper I found a couple of years ago with poems scrawled all over it that read “DO YOUR CALCULUS!”

Yup. I really didn’t know myself so well back then. But I do still love biology and even math. Too bad we only have one lifetime.

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  1. Ahh but this lifetime is not the only lifetime. There will come a time when you will learn a whole heck of a lot more than you know now.

  2. This is true, but to be honest: there is so much that is interesting going on here! I would like to experience doing several things under these particular circumstances, but there just isn’t enough time.

  3. I know how you feel.

    Looking back, my life could have been radically different if I’d taken the ROTC scholarship to the University of Oregon, if I’d decided not to go on a mission, if I’d decided to get a masters in engineering instead of becoming an attorney, or if… It’s not so much about the learning, as much as the experience of living through the other potential life. I’d like to be able to have a universe sized computer (and maybe in a sense that is what God has), that could simulate all those potential lives and show what I would have done, who I would have crossed paths with and how that alternate life would have run.

    Regarding the job, my general rule is to give at least a week. If a company is really serious about hiring Vladmir, they’ll be putting together a comprehensive package that they think will interest you. That takes time, especially where a cross country move is part of that package (we’ve been there a couple times).

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