sweet illusion

Well, I did not get the proofreading job at Harlequin -- though I was in the finals. They gave it to someone with more experience in 'book publishing', and will keep my resume on hand for six months, and maybe 'our paths will cross again.'

I should be more upset about this -- I found out on Tuesday -- but, after my delirious celebration of making it to the final stage, I prepared myself for this news. So, I am believing at this point, that this means there is a better job out there for me (rather, than say -- no job -- can't believe that).

And I'm surprised I hadn't posted this month yet. Time does fly. I'm always thinking of posting in my head, and unfortunately, that's where some of my best posts seem to remain.

Anyway, I came back from an early Easter with my brothers and their families last weekend with a mighty piece of burn in my throat, which subsequently laid me out flat on Wednesday. It is now a thudding sinus cold, which suits this rainy Good Friday. (As a Catholic, you know it is supposed to rain on Good Friday).

It's all put a bit of a damper on my renewed job-hunting optimism, but life makes its own pauses.

Wednesday was also the first anniversary of my dad's death. Today I walked to Our Lady of Lourdes parish nearby to light a candle, but all the candles were gone. The holders were there, empty. I had never noticed this being done before because of the Passion. I'm assuming they will reappear on Easter Sunday. I wonder if they extinguished them all first, before moving them, considering I had just lit one for my mother a few weeks ago.

I bought myself an Easter lily yesterday, with seven possible blossoms on it. And tulips earlier in the week -- the only cut flower I know of that continues to grow after it's been cut.

Yesterday I was able to walk down to the video store and get a fresh supply of rentals for my semi-sick status. Brought home Brokeback Mountain, Crash and Scorsese's film on Bob Dylan, No Direction Home. I watched Brokeback yesterday and was expecting to be disappointed since the film has become such a running joke, but it is a good film and was very moving. I'll probably watch Crash tonight, as it and Brokeback are due back tomorrow. I have a week for the double-disc on Dylan.

And, I may watch Jesus Christ Superstar again, as it is an Easter ritual of mine. There are not a lot of movies I can watch more than a few times, but this film by Norman Jewison fascinates me. Every time I watch it, I am intrigued by choices made in the filming. And the acting and performing are pitch-perfect on every account. It says something to me, every time.

Time to wander off this post . . .