My Hopes Are Dashed

The Hubs says that title searching in Bergen County is the most antiquated in the state, that almost none of it is computerized, and it would involve great big heavy books and being on my feet all day.

I am crushed.

Not really.

I'm still thinking about what to do, and since I really don't want to start doing anything until January, I've got lots of time to think. I would be very happy to work retail in some places, but it's the being on my feet all day that worries me. So, working on it.

Tomorrow is the Sibs' birthday, and I have to drop by her place and drop some things off anyway, I think I'll bring some cupcakes, or maybe get a couple of lovely little cakes at Whole Foods. I'm going to put six candles in one, and two in the other. Heh heh.

This evening, K and I are looking at the first possibility of an apartment for her. It would be nice if her sister's wedding mojo works for her in the apartment hunt; R and the SnL (and I, when I've been involved), have so far found the first or second place or person we looked at for anything wedding-involved was the right one. This goes for the place, the photographer, the DJ, the officiant, and .... I don't know what else there is. They've got their invitations picked out from a catalog and just have to order them. I bought one of the dresses I fell in love with online. So it would be nice if we didn't have to see dozens of apartments, just a few. (Also nice if K doesn't drive me to distraction on Saturday, when we go Maid-of-Honor dress shopping, but previous prom dress experiences with her are making me fear the worst.)

On another subject entirely, I spoke with my Colorado cousin the other day, and we're starting to talk about what this year's Cousins Trip will be. The crazy thing is that my flaky cousin, the one who's never had a real, full-time job, is the only one who'll still be working, so we have to plan around her schedule! (Of course, if she'd had regular jobs all her life, she could be retired now too, like the rest of us.) Anyway, the only idea we have of a particular place is possibly San Diego, although that may not work out. We're thinking December or January, when it sure would be nice to go someplace warm. (The flaky one lives in Oregon, so we're all in relatively wintry climes.)

Ah, well. That's something yet to think about.