Hello girls,
hope you are all doing,
well
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I’m still looking for work,
not the easiest task,
in a ,
conservative controlled,
economy,
but,
hey,
we keep on,
keeping on,
I had a rejection email,
from a job,
which,
I thought,
held real promise,
mustn’t get discouraged,
but,
I tell you,
it was a bit,
of a slap,
might be harder than I thought,
mind you,
I’ve only been looking,
for two weeks,
and,
I’ve already had,
three phone interviews,
practice makes perfect.
I really wanted to resist,
the call center,
customer service thing,
but,
that is where jobs,
are most plentiful,
for someone,
of my qualifications,
and,
experience,
pay well,
decent benefits,
could be worst,
so much,
worst,
some people,
work in sweatshops,
that’s something,
to keep in mind.
So I send resumes,
via the internet and wait,
much to be learned from waiting.
I’ve been watching a lot,
of movies,
with my friend,
Peter,
I’ve been having a lot,
of talks,
with Francoys,
the ex,
my girl,
my mom,
I talk a lot,
helps me process,
and,
I’ve missed all the,
socialising,
that comes with a job.
I haven’t been blogging,
much,
because I haven’t had much,
to say,
nothing funny,
or exotic,
just day to day.
I’ve been reading a few books,
at a time,
the Hart Crane Letters,
it’s good,
takes time,
letters are fascinating,
as a personality,
and,
period indicator.
He’s not the easiest guy,
to like,
Crane,
manipulative and self-absorbed,
but,
you’ve  got to wonder,
how well,
our own,
emails,
tweets,
and,
assorted blog posts,
would survive,
scrutiny.
Professional writing,
is one thing,
personal correspondence,
and,
journaling,
a very different beast.
I’m also reading,
A.J Cronin’s,
The Spanish Gardener,
a very good writer,
paints a picture,
always’ le mot juste’,
reminds me of,
Maugham,
precise language,
cultural clashes,
good stuff.
I’ve also got some,
escapist reading lined up,
a lesbian romance,
and,
some darker butch stuff,
different voices,
that interest me.
It’s fall,
cloudy and grey today,
and,
the sweaters, jackets and hoodies,
have been washed and are ready,
for service in keeping,
the wet and cool at bay.
Fall makes me introspective,
brings out the thinker,
the reader,
but,
Fall is also,
a time of physical activity,
walks,
wandering,
not brooding,
so much,
as,
marinating,
percolating.
Fall,
as I always say,
is butch season,
a butch wardrobe,
at it’s finest,
layers,
and,
caps,
boots,
ruddy face,
and,
chilly ears,
falling leaves,
smoky air,
harvest and stews,
soups and pies.
This Fall will also,
be a time,
of learning,
and new beginnings.
New challenges,
new skills,
another fork in the road,
these are all good things.
I’m going to sit a spell and read.
Later girls,
BB
