Job Hunting, Tweens Night Out, Poem Number 7.7

Today I sent out two more resumes, one for a tiny private school looking for a Spanish/ English teacher, and another for an Education Specialist for the Museum of Science. Both sound great. I hope at least one of them calls me for an interview. Things have been incredibly slow in the old job hunt department lately.

It was great having the girls home. I took them and the neighbor girls out to Applebee's for dinner, which was nice. They were playing great 80's music in there, and it was heard not to move or sing along at all, which is a major no-no according to my daughter, Rachel, who would die of embarrassment.

I was planning to start a cleansing diet today, but I was too lazy to go buy the organic lemons, maple syrup and cayenne pepper, which is used to make the beverage I will be living on for the next couple of weeks. After I am done with that, I am going to slowly introduce foods into my diet to determine what else, besides dairy, my system would rather do without. I'm actually looking forward to this, as horrible as it may sound. I think I will feel much better and will lose weight, also.

I wrote my poem today about Rachel and Harley:


She's a Beauty


I watch through the slider, peer
past foggy snout and tongue marks on glass: my girl
on the chair with the sixty pound, wire-haired hound
on her little lap.

He's a licker. Her head turns away
from his hot, wet affection, but not
in time.

She went out to put her old T-shirt over his head
and gently pull each lanky
fore-leg into the sleeves; her routine
whenever there is a storm brewing.
Like magic, the quivering limbs
quiet.

She stays outside for company, endures
more slobber, mosquito bites, and one hundred percent
humidity. He is grateful. She feels blessed.