Siddity in the City

The last few weeks have been eventful.

I’ve been working a good bit. Lots of odd jobs, some writing. Some longer term part-time work may be on the horizon. It occurs to me, though, that much of this work has found me rather than the other way around, thanks largely to friends and former coworkers looking me up or putting in a good word. Some has resulted in a teaspoon of help, some a cup, but it has added up to enough to remain comfortable, if not flush with cash. Every now and then I am reminded that on the whole, the universe provides. I may not get exactly what I want, but I usually get at least as much as I need. I am grateful. (Dear Universe: Please also provide some Y chromes if you can, thanksomuch.)

I just wrapped up a weekend working Chicago’s Ribfest for the old company, and got to meet someone from NYC I had worked with via phone but had never met. In person, she was just as full of win (!!!) as she was from afar. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I really am sorry the old mag folded. I got to work with really wonderful people, and I can only hope to find a group that great again.

Funnily enough, I’ve also been given a jolt of small-world reality: that coworker knew someone I’d gone to high school with, and I’d reconnected with him because a friend from Chicago met him after she’d moved to New York. (I blame [thank] the internet. Six degrees and all that.) I also met a friend of a friend over brunch last weekend who’d grown up in my parents’ smallish town, and who’d attended a rival high school (minor boohiss. The guy was nice. I just feel it my duty to maintain some semblance of crosstown rivalry. Heh.). I ran into some folks at Ribfest sporting a bunch of Sox gear and some serious Boston accents, who, upon my questioning, confirmed they were from a Massachusetts burb just a town over from where I’d spent much of my childhood. (Welcome to Chicago, folks. The weather’s about the same, the real estate is cheaper.)

And…I’ve run out of blogging steam. Tomorrow and the day after, a new gig. (Great, because pyscho felis, who has been exceptionally well behaved the last few weeks, is nearly due for a round of boosters that will set me back about $100.) I’m alive, treading water, and contemplating my next move. And about to fall into Zzzzz.