cookie monster blue

I passed a girl in the park today with cookie monster blue hair and I was seized by an overwhelming desire to ALSO have cookie monster blue hair, even though I am really too old to have permanent cookie monster blue hair and honestly, the wig is too itchy for everyday. So, today I have imaginary blue hair! I am typing this with blue hair! It's very Marge Simpson, but not. (the photo is from a halloween false eyelash test.)

This weekend I did normal weekend things like assemble flat-pack furniture, continue to stare at the empty non-news containing mailbox and try to clean my bad mood away (partially successful. I should have got the wigs out!). But the most exciting thing was probably the hummingbird rescue. Busby brought me a present (he does this muffled meow until I notice that he's got a mouse or bird or whatever in his mouth, then he lets it go as I start shrieking for him to go back outside. This is apparently the height of feline hilarity). This time the bird promptly flew to the top of the very highest window. A 6 foot ladder, a towel and a lamb's wool dust thing on a stick were involved in the rescue. I am happy to say that despite some blood-- caused by the cat, not me-- the hummingbird flew away under its own power.


I got some news that is neither good nor bad for me regarding my job application, but I immediately latched upon it as a terrible omen. Someone else who took the test apparently scored 100% and has already been called for an interview! There are a couple of reasons why this may not pertain to me at all: 1) he is already employed by the system and therefore it is less of a production to get him moving 2) he got 100%. I think I did okay, but I know I didn't get 100%!

Anyway, today marks two weeks since the test and I still haven't heard anything, so I need to start transitioning into 'I probably won't hear anything' mode. It's disappointing, but there's not really anything I can do about it. Of course it's possible that since it's the county I need to be less literal with the two-week window, and if I REALLY want to stretch it, I could say that since my last name is near the end of the alphabet, maybe it's taking longer. But that last one feels more desperate than hopeful, so I think I'll skip it.

Ooh! I just remembered my other weekend activity: writing letters to Salon's advice columnist that I will never send! I recommend this if you have a problem or situation that say, your friends are sick of hearing about and you need a fresh angle. It helps me tremendously to see if I can lay it out in a way that will make sense to someone who is not living in my brain. I always go through a period where I think I am totally sending this so that I might benefit from the oddball but kindly wisdom of Salon's Cary Tennis!, but not before I panic and think what if someone I know reads this and can tell it's me due to excessive parentheses or eyeball seizures or whathaveyou! I will die of mortification!, so then I have to go through and try to neutralize the language and take out all the exclamations or pretend that I am someone else entirely with a very similar problem and it turns into this whole other thing and then I realize that I no longer need to send it and the pulpy bits of my problem settle back down to the bottom of the glass and I can get back to doing whatever I was doing before the advice columnist compulsion was upon me.