What the hell is up with the universe? Yesterday I had found a house, I was awaiting settlement on Daddy dearest's estate and I was going to the semi-country to live my days in pottery making, part time teaching bliss.
Yesterday I text a friend. "Well, I found a house." The response? "Don't buy it you may have a job elsewhere."
A few more details might have been nice.
Then I learn that I've been recommended for a job as Producing Artistic Director of a certain Shakespeare Festival.
Well, first it's in a state I have no real desire to live in. Second, I really don't think I have the qualifications for the job. Third, it sounds like and awful lot of work. Fourth, I haven't yet set a date to talk with them.
So, though I'm not committing myself to the house purchase just yet, and besides it'll take months anyway I have to go through the Fannie Mae foreclosure bureaucracy. I am intending to at least talk to them.
So I ask you again, What the fuck is up with the universe?
And so it goes: