We got out of XC early today – 4:50. It was actually rather surreal, walking in and seeing the kitchen clock read 5:06.
Anyway, I had a sweet idea for an opening sentence for my blog, but it’s whizzed out my ear and next door, where it shattered some glass. I’ll probably be getting a call about that sometime soon.
What was it? Something about how perfect the weather was/is today? (60s, sunny with a few spotty white clouds in the clear blue sky, leaves turning to burnt yellow as the golden fall sunlight filtered through, etc.)
Ah, yes, I remember. Garance Dore’s post triggered a thought for me, about lawyer-ing.
She is a lawyer. Her suit is Sportmax. In her spare time (I was unaware that lawyers had spare time), she is a photographer.
The other day – Sunday, to be precise – my dad tried to sell me on being a lawyer. “You know, writing is a big chunk of being a lawyer,” he said somewhat cautiously as I eyed him equally (or more) cautiously.
“Yeah, but it’s not creative,” I said. “It’s all, ‘The defendant must stand on his head and sleep with a jellyfish to pay retribution, and of course he didn’t set that futon on fire, he was attending adult swim lessons at the time…’ Stifling.”
“Wordy. Messing around with jumbled-up legal jargon.”
He nodded hesitantly, shrugged. I was triumphant.
Then I came across this lovely lady (MIchelle) today and thought, Hmm, maybe law wouldn’t be too bad. There’s money to be made, at least.
But still. Sometimes I think the only two career paths I’d actually enjoy are working at a magazine (rare to find a good job nowadays), frantically racing around New York in heels and town cars, or sitting at home in my English cottage surrounded by sunshine, flowers, and cats, scribbling away at my latest ingenious novel.
Actually, ridiculously-bestselling-teen-prodigy-novelist seems to be my most viable career option at the moment. Hmm, maybe I should work on that.
Another Fun Fact from my life: For the past few days, my alarm has been doggedly refusing to wake me up. This results in me getting an extra 20 minutes of sleep – and being 20 minutes behind schedule. I can usually manage, but today was one of those Days. My eyes/contacts wouldn’t cooperate, so I wore my glasses. I barely blew dry my hair and threw it up, straightening the ponytail frantically whilst attempting to put on shoes and mascara. (I opted for – shoot me – my Adidas slip-ons. Comfy and arch-supportive and perfectly reasonable to wear after a day of traipsing about an unfamiliar city in too-small heels. Plus, I was just wearing jeans). I couldn’t find any real food, so for lunch I packed an apple and some seedy bread (seedy meaning, literally, full of seeds. De-lish.)
So yeah. C’est ma vie a la moment… tres interessant, non? Haha, non. Mais ca va. Maitenent… abs!