The job at Back in the Day didn’t work out. Why? Because I am vegan. I am beyond bummed out.
So, this is the plan: bake my heart out and present Back in the Day with a loaf of bread, some cookies and/or muffins. All of this will be in a wicker basket and it will look as cute as possible. Vegans can bake, too.
I was sitting at my desk and read this metal bookmark that my mother gave me for christmas, on it is a Thoreau quote that says “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.” Corny, I know, but it actually inspired me.
I completely understand why Back in the Day would not want a vegan working for them—even though they have had one in the past—but I won’t feel right unless I show them what I have to bring to the table.
Say they let me work there and I make bang-a-rang baked goods—they don’t have to say “vegan this” and “vegan that,” they can just be good. We’ll see. Updates and photos to come.
Meg and I just may be reunited at last. When I first moved to Savannah, four years ago, we lived together. With very little coxing of my room-mates, Meg may be living with me again—but in the living room! A few simple changes—such as getting rid of all the crap that is downstairs, and we should be good to go in converting it into her bedroom.
Usually, when things start looking up for this house things spiral down. But recently we have had great luck with room-mates. Maybe this can pan-out, too. This house definitely needs less testosterone.
The lease on the house is up next month — which is really nothing more than a few days. What do we plan on doing? Getting the fuck out of the house. I am really tired of what we, more or less, created. I really, really miss Melissa.
Anyway, we found a new house. It is two streets down from the house we live in now, and it is beautiful! I have yearned to live there for about two years now — I always thought it was abandoned. The back over-head has fallen in, the windows are broken and/or boarded up, there is not even an address on it anymore.
After four hours of yard-work, Aaron and I got it pretty decent looking. I even bought a few plants for the front stoop.
This was taken after a day’s worth of raking.
The house also has a terrific backyard. I really like not having a front yard. Not having a chain-link fence around the house is really inviting. This house has a side-yard (which is the size of a lot) and a backyard. Both a enclosed, which, aside being being aesthetically pleasing, is great for Charlie and Emma.
The side-yard leads into this:
Perfect, right?
Hopefully everything will work out. We found out that the owner bought the house in 1998 and has not lived in it since. He has another house somewhere in Pooler. The lady at the gardening store happens to be a member of some city council that is responsible for knowing about all of this, and she took me into the back of the store and showed me all of these fantastic sites to dig up information about my neighbor’s properties.
Whilst walking on the rail tracks, A and I came across some bones. We believe that they are dog bones, due to the jaw bone and teeth. After sterilizing them, and getting some other supplies, I fancied myself a pair of earrings (and a few more for some others.)
Pizza hs been taking over my life lately. It is quite possibly the cheapest thing to make. Ever. That, and we had ample amounts of starter sauce thanks to Aaron’s dumpstering skillz.
And, since they are in the picture, I might as well mention that those are the books we are reading. I hate “It Came from Memphis.” This book is absolutely horrible unless you want to know every single detail about why Memphis is better than any other place. How my professor gives this to us for a weekend read and expects us to write a review on it is beyond me.
Today I tucked my tail between my legs and applied at the Melting Pot. I know, I’m a sucker. Normally I would never, ever sink this low, but times are tough and I am only going to be living in Savannah for a few more months. Anyway, I will probably not get the job, but I did get a ”missed connection” out of it. For those of you unfamiliar with Craigslist missed connections, prepare to become addicted.
We were sitting close in the dining room as we waited for a really long time to be interviewed at the Melting Pot. I noticed you with your book as soon as I sat down. I couldn’t help it. You were absolutely beautiful. You had dark features and wore little or no makeup. I couldn’t take my peripheral vision off you and the antique key you had hung on your necklace that danced across your undulating cotton top. I caught you looking at me once, but you seemed that you were very aware of your surroundings, and so I don’t think it meant anything really. Anyway, I wanted to speak with you so badly and when I finally did, instead of saying, “You are beautiful or Ive never wanted to be an antique key so bad in my life or would you like to get coffee or a drink or chew chocolates and play hopscotch”, I said, “Hey, so have you waited tables before?” This led into some clumsy closed ended questioning, which appeared to annoy you if anything. So…this is my sorry and request for a redo. You went to SCAD and your name started with a J. You made my day and if no one else tells you today….thank you………you are gorgeous and the world is a better place with you and your smile in it. Another chance?
p.s. If by some random chance we are selected to fill the two positions out of what seemed to be a solid seventy-five applicants and this is weird, please let it slide. I didn’t think I would get another chance to meet you and had to give it a try.
Aaron is coming back into town this Saturday. I would love to spend the weekend making up my own take on the traditional snicker-doodle recipe, but Ms. Isa Moskowitz already perfected it for me. Aaron is going to love these:
