the rendering

I want to thank everybody who stopped by to check out my poems during OctPoWriMo. It was really enjoyable and sometimes challenging, and I'm glad I did it.

Meanwhile, I am looking for a job. I was unexpectly rendered* unemployed just before my 50th birthday last month. It's been an odd thing, a new thing for me. Anytime major life changes happen to you rather than you being the agent for them coming about, it's disorienting, but can also be liberating. I am trying not to panic.

The main thing is, we want to stay here. We're not ready to uproot again and move back to the city. When Hijo's bff came over and they went trick-or-treating last week, I remember thinking how awful it would be to take Hijo away from this friendship. But we will do what we have to do to survive.

I have a job interview later this week. It would be a good job for me. I am hopeful. Wish me luck.

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*I always think of the culinary use of this term, like rendering lard or something and it makes me smile to think this happened to me.

Comments

[Greg]

Hmmm....

how about, "being rendered helpless, by a smile?"

:-)

[Kat]

Luck!