"Come fill me again."

Sometimes I try to find alternative versions of my favorite songs. One can hit pay dirt or be sorely disappointed. I should have known better than to try this with "Annie's Song" by John Denver. I wanted something just a tinge less country but was ... sorely disappointed.

Same old, same old here. I've been getting discouraged regarding the job search. I do think that I am doing what the Lord wants, but at times I question whether or not I am missing something. Should I be working at Payless? Moving out? Cleaning more? I'm unsure. I'm hoping to be chosen for a part time job at a church in Ventura, but they are reluctant to hire me without a year commitment. I, in turn, am reluctant to commit for a year to a part time job. I have been praying about it and feel that I need to wait a week while they try to interview other people. Sigh. Waiting is not one of my strengths. It has definitely been good for me to have to practice it over the past few months.

Let's see. I went to Bennett and Laura's wedding a weekend or two ago. That was lovely, and it was a blessing to see old friends. Likewise I saw Richie, Katie, Dani and the rest of the Morrisons yesterday for a prolonged period of time. I actually like their version of golf, probably because I was not inherently the worst player. Also, it was a low-exertion activity. Hmm. Emily is going to Israel in a couple of weeks. Oh, I quite enjoyed myself at the Goodwill 50%-off sale on Wednesday. I recently painted and reorganized my room and needed a lampshade for a lamp I salvaged from the attic at church. I scored a cool one for $2. In other news, I decided to conduct church services at the convalescent home on the first Sunday of the month in addition to our usual third. I'm praying that God will bring people to continue it after I leave. Beth and Jeremy were kind enough to go with me today. (Well, I also bribed Jeremy, but he probably would have come anyway. As Emily would say, he's cool like that.)

This week is shaping up to be a busy one with social engagements, editing Daniel's thesis, my grantwriting class, house maintainence, and the National Day of Prayer. I know I'll be antsy to hear from the church in Ventura, so it will be good to have distractions. In the meantime I'll continue to look for other openings, preferably full time ones. I'm still determined to pursue nonprofits.

This has been a haphazard update on the life and times of Katherine Brooks. Tune in next time for philosophical musings on asking for money (i.e. grant applications), the relativity of wealth, and nature v. nurture.