Ladies and gentlemen, I am HERE!
As it happens, Mom has decided that all members of the Lohrenz clan should be in attendance for Grandma's memorial service on the 12th, so on the 11th of this month we three kings will be flying down from Fairbanks, and Silas from Boston, to the glorious city of Portland. It promises to be an interesting occasion. Upon being informed that I would be present for this function, I suggested that if Mom could find me an oven (they're still living in the Army hotel here on Fort Wainwright) I would put together a couple of batches of Dreadful Sugar Cookies in the classic style of Joyce Conibear. To celebrate! Mom thought this was a brilliant idea, and when she passed it along to my aunt Pat, the cookies snowballed into a complete Festival of Follies. We're going to have--that godawful cranberry jello salad she always made! And! Everybody has to wear an appalling collared sweatshirt with some smarmy scene of frolicking kittens on the front! AND! We're going to play SIX MILLION GAMES OF YAHTZEE.
In the mean time, I feel like I've been given a two-week dispensation from all of the standard New Location responsibilities (e.g. finding a job). There's no point going in search of a place to live before I've helped Mom and Dad move into their new house (pictures to follow) and there's no point passing out resumes before I'm ready to begin working because, by the looks of it, everybody and their mother is hiring right now. Not that I particularly want to work at Sears--my grand goal this time around is to find work that will pay me for my SKILLS rather than my TIME, gadzooks--but I have a strong feeling that if it comes to that I will not have difficulty finding employment. So there's no hurry. I've got some time to look around and take stock. It's a bit like being on vacation from myself.
