Yesterday someone thought I was dead. What happened was, I was at a party and I introduced myself. “I’m Ginna.” “Ohhhh,” said the person I was talking to. “I remember you. Ginna H___ , right?” Wrong. That Ginna died a few years back. In conversations yesterday, I heard two words I had to look up: puerile (from Michael) and senescence (from Milt). As you can see, the conversations were interesting. Meanwhile, I mispronounced a word when I was […]
Read moreMonth: September 2014
Bringing Home Bacon
Let me backtrack and tell you a little about the interview process I’ve been going through over the past few weeks, this time for a job with Berkeley Humane. It was Molly who first alerted me to their vacancies, which she’d seen on the organization’s Facebook page, and then on their own site. As you recall from past posts, the job application process in general is grueling: sending out application after application and never hearing a squeak back, like […]
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Well, Marianna, I don’t know about this. Since we got back in touch, I’ve gone ape-shite about yarn. You know so much about so many kinds of yarn and techniques and patterns and all, that I am having a hard time curbing my enthusiasm. This was a perfectly valid purchase: hand-painted yarn to make a washcloth with. Well, maybe I didn’t need to go with hand-painted, but it was so beautiful. And maybe I didn’t […]
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Who knew that this past weekend would turn out to be so much fun. Michael had invited me to the Strawberry Music Festival in Grass Valley. I hadn’t wanted to go, and declined his offer. The lineup was uninteresting, and the drive long and dull. I’m glad I reconsidered. Michael footed the bill for my two nights at the Northern Queen Motel and one day at the festival, because I have been unemployed for nine months […]
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