Crazy Times, Folks

I believe by tomorrow night I will be able to sit still and write a decent post for you.  For now, I will say that we are home in Nebraska again after a week-long trip that turned into a weekend trip due to cold/flu.  Two states.  700 miles.  Three generations of women.  One minivan.  Many weak cups of coffee.  (Mom, I think we may have a coffee snobbery issue.)

Even after a few days the garden is out of control.  Apparently, I killed the potato plants with an organic bug spray I put on them the morning we left, so I don't have to worry about the aphids or the potatoes anymore.  Phew.  And thank you, Adam and Tiffany, for watching the place while we drove in circles.  5 farm cats + 1 invincible goldfish + 3 bird feeders + 1 overweight hamster + 1 baby toad + too many flowers to count + savage garden + little limestone farmhouse = safe and sound.

This Friday Concordia posted a job opening for an Associate Professor (creative writing emphasis) in English and Communications.  While driving, sneezing, praying, and visiting, I have been composing the statements and lists and forms necessary for the application, which I hope to have complete by tomorrow.  Friends, I could use your prayers on this one.   I've been on the adjunct train, single-mom incoming it, and I just might think...I am praying that God thinks this is the job for me.  If I can just get this letter, CV, and statement right..."Sometimes done is better than perfect."

And, oh boy, I am definitely not perfect...but I might be reasonably okay for this job.  So, if you are reading this, and don't mind, a little prayer for us would go a long, long way.