Man, Rebecca's praying for this job.

I'm going in tomorrow to apply for a job that I would really like and am qualified for. Everybody keep your fingers crossed.

I've been trying to find ways to occupy my time so I don't get too lazy while I'm unemployed (like some people I know). Almost every day I've been making my bed, and usually I only make my bed once a week, and walking over to Grandma's for the classifieds of her newspaper. Yesterday Sara, Athena, and I got treated to a nice dinner at Grandma's by the sheer default that we had all shown up there on Sunday when Grandma hadn't cooked anything. She felt guilty, invited us to dinner the next day, and cooked enough for ten people. Of course.

Mom is gone on a trip to North Carolina, so we have the house to ourselves for now. She left me a list of groceries to get while she was away, and when I went shopping yesterday, I not only brought my own bags but also bagged them myself, like I had to do in France. It just felt wrong not to.

Lately I've been wondering why Sara doesn't wake me up when she goes to work in the mornings, because I'm usually an incredibly light sleeper who wakes up at the drop of a hat. Yesterday I finally realized that I must have become a heavier sleeper while I was in France. Really I had to, between the noisy students (that's redundant), school bells, and Nathalie's cell phone.

It seems that no matter where I go in the world, I always find a Sara who can unintentionally make me laugh.
Sara: "Every time I see a list of..." [Stops abruptly. Pause.]
Me: "Yes? A list of what?"
[Another pause.]
Me: "Well, Sara was saying something, but then, I don't know what happened."
[Long silence.]
Sara: "Wait, what were we talking about?"


Grandma, August 1953. She's 23 in this picture, the same age I am now.