It occurs to me that, should the urge to politiblog come back upon me, it would be simpler to just post my muttering and random abuse on my own blog. It's possible I was carried away by the urge to be of use to Buehler. (Not that I expect my minor contribution would have propelled his project to superstar status or anything, but every little bit helps, right?)

Besides, I'd have to learn about a lot of new stuff. Without censoring content at all, he does actually want people to talk about Denver/Colorado matters at least part of the time. I'm a lot better on the vague (inter)national stuff--the kinds of issues I can bitch about without anyone expecting me to specifically find solutions for them. The thing about working locally is that there's almost always something you could do, if you got off your butt and out from in front of the keyboard.

Other than that, it's loud around here. The thing I notice about being home all day, every day, is that it's not very peaceful. Traffic, sirens, trash trucks, people's car horns beeping as they shut off their alarms. The sound of the building cleaners vacuuming in the hallway or the carpet-cleaning company's bone-rattline machine pumping chemicals to a third-floor apartment.

That moron with the leaf-blower in the parking lot, pretending he's "cleaning" as he waves it aimlessly at the asphalt. (Seriously. There are no leaves, nothing more substantial than a bit of natural dirt, in the middle of the parking lot. Why does he spend 20 minutes blowing the dust around?)

I've finished the first half of Buehler's project and emailed it off to him. The second half is still to be started. It should be about the same amount of work. (Between the two of them? Easiest $500 I ever made.)

Today's job-site report: 1. One possible job. There's also an offer of temporary work, helping move a university library. The ad promises no heavy lifting, just moving books from shelves to boxes. I could do that. (I'm at the point where I don't scorn the offer of temporary work, even for $10/hour. It's not so much that my finances are running out as that I'm seeing a day when they will.) And when interviewers ask, "so, what have you been doing since March," I'd like to be able to say, truthfully, that I've been doing some free-lance stuff, you know? (Yeah, I'm having trouble with my foot still, but this doesn't start for another week. Surely I'll be okay by then?)

The R.C. read an article about job-hunting and career-changing in today's market and it said that people who have jobs hate nothing in the world more than the fact that someone else might be living a life of ease and escaping the 9-5 daily grind. (Also, I feel that being able to say I've been doing free-lance work as I hunt for a permanent position shows that I really am interested in working.)

Last Saturday's excitement (Lunch! Out!), was capped by an even more thrilling adventure. I put a shoe on my healing-but-still-wrecked foot for 45 minutes to go look at a yarn sale. I didn't buy any yarn and my foot did not appreciate the shoe. I've been out a couple of times since then (grocery store, lunch once again) but haven't tried the shoe experiment again. (Also? Now that the foot is healing and less painful, I'm much more aware of the muscles I pulled under my right arm.)

The yarn sale did inspire me to get to work and try finishing some of the projects I have waiting. (Why didn't I think of that a week earlier?) I've almost finished an afghan and two more scarves. You can get a lot done if you don't have other options for how to spend your time. The people who take the stuff to give it away are headed out for their fall trip in a week or two, so I have just a little time to finish up the last of what I want to give them.

That's about it for excitement in my life at the moment. I'm at the point where I don't need to sit with my foot elevated all the time, but not yet healed enough to go out and frolic madly in the last of the summer sunshine. The R.C. has been great--rearranging her own life to be available to help me in whatever way I need. She drives me to the grocery store when I need food (and am too stubborn to just give her a list) and has offered to go get anything else I should require.

But it's boring.

P.S. So what if I had a mad Amazon.com shopping spree late last night? I'm doing a bit of free-lance work, right? Even if I fritter away $30, that still leaves most of the money for bills.