5I cut some irises and brought them in. Out with all the other scents, their fragrance gets lost, but inside, it is very sweet. Walking by them is a lovely experience.

The picture below shows one of their top backyard competitors: honeysuckle.

I got one of the shows closed yesterday, signed up a new client (that would be Client #3), got a new assignment from Client #2, and did some more tutoring. Today I meet with Client #3, work on my Monday night lecture and Thursday cooking show, and get going on that big assignment.

I am as happy as a couple of clams about this, as you can imagine. The bad news is that I have not heard back from any of the places I have applied to, and there was nothing new being advertised yesterday. I must now move5 on to unsolicited letters of application.

I shouldn’t say that I have applied for everything there is, because that is not true. Where I live, there is no unemployment.

Actually we have 2% unemployment. The nice man at Human Services explained to me that it is normal to have 5% unemployment — some people are not working because they have small children, or are in school, or don’t need of want to work. Our local level of unemployment, 2%, means that there are people working who would rather not. They have been forced to by desperate employers.

So it isn’t that there are no jobs to apply for. It is that there are no jobs that I want and could live on. I was expecting to have been out there applying for the manager positions at big box stores if I were still unemployed by now, but the things I’ve applied for haven’t reached their closing dates yet. What if I agreed to be a manager at 5Taco Bueno or Toys R Us and then was called for the instructional design job?

On the other hand, what if I am not called by any of the places I’ve applied to, and can’t pay my bills because I failed to apply for those managerial positions?

 CD, who is just finishing grad school and knows plenty of jobhunters, assures me that I should expect ten offers from what I’ve currently applied for, once they get the calling started. She was, however, trying to cheer me up.

Here you see the cabbages in our garden. I like cabbage very much, in stir-fries and in soups, in salads and slaws.

My boys are not fans. I also have squash out there, both green and yellow zucchini. It seems to me that zucchini is 5good at every meal.

And truly fresh vegetables are not available year-round in my neck of the woods, so it seems to me that we should really appreciate them while we have them.

 But the boys are not big fans of squash either.

They are happy about the lettuce, tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers. I don’t bother growing carrots; our soil is too to heavy for sand-loving carrots, and the boys like the store-bought ones well enough.

The roses are infested with caterpillars, and have only a few brave buds on their skeletal remains.

5I sprayed the caterpillars with cleaning solution, the most toxic stuff I have in the house, and I did so with really vicious intent in my heart, but it didn’t kill them.

Oh, well.

I’m being fairly good about keeping to a normal work schedule. I did have a new computer challenge yesterday (I’d never even heard of Subversion, let alone used it) which kept me fooling around with the computer a bit late, but I managed to get another pattern band done on the sleeves of Erin. It’s not going to be proper Fair Isle, and I don’t know that Fair Isle interspersed with blocks of plain color is really a good look, but I have invested too much knitting time in it even to consider frogging it, so this is what it will be.