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I don't seem to be good at this diary anymore. A couple of times I have opened the "add an entry" page and it made me feel tired just looking at it. My life feels full to the brim right now with many wonderful things and some challenging things, too. It is forcing me to be in the moment of it, and I like that feeling. Describing it here makes feel not in the moment of it. But work has been amazingly slow and the boss is not here today so...

I had an interview last week at MOCA for a design position. The people that interviewed me were just right. The job seems just right. I hope I am right for them. I sent them a little postcard that I designed to thank them for meeting me. I had to resist the urge to write "pick me!!!" on it. I feel pretty happy that they even chose me for an interview, especially when they said they are only seeing 5 other candidates out of a huge response to their post.

The man and I are in the midst of major yard revisions and it has taken over our lives. Sadly, for the amount of money and effort put into it so far, I feel like it should look like more has been done, but I think we are getting there. It is fun, too. I think my interest in gardening is starting to borderline on obsession. Many other areas of my life have gone neglected, but hey, spring only comes around once a year.

We helped my mom move to a nowhere town in central CA. Her manfriend inherited a house there. When you get off the highway, there is a wooden sign announcing the local churches one can choose from, which seems like a lot compared to the size of the town. But my mom doesn't even live in the town. The house is the only one on it's street, nestled in orange and olive groves. It's really quite nice--not so much the house--but the surroundings. Orange blossom smell and quiet you can hear. A stray dog has already adopted them, as my mom puts it. They named him Jake. He's some sort of border collie/aussie black and white sort of breed--very spunky and smart. Along with that house, they are now the owners of a cabin in Big Bear and enough assets to keep them set for life. I am so happy for my mom. She quit the job that's been making her miserable for years and she seems to be unfolding into contentment. She now has mental space for more things, one of them seemingly being me. Our relationship is starting to have a smooth flow of steady contact. I'm not religious, but I did say a prayer for her many years ago. And I would say it has been more than answered.

Andrew is really officially teen-like, complete with girls calling him and him testing such charming phrases on me as "You take care of your business and I'll take care of mine", and "You're kidding me, right?" when I ask him about homework or to do something. He also has begun trying out "fucking" as an adjective. On his My Sp@ce profile, a girl posted saying his picture is so sexy, she can't stop looking at it. You should see his picture. He's wearing a ridiculous floppy hat and a wife beater tank featuring his tiny little arms. He's adorable, yes. Sexy, no. I'm scared.