Bit of Ivory

Grandpa is still hanging in there, which amazes all of the hospice people. My parents are both up there, so I’m home alone again with my thoughts. Except this time Wedgewood’s in the corner, which makes such a difference. She’s been acting strangely– very clingy, which is extremely odd. She usually doesn’t like me very much. But today I haven’t been able to get her to go back in her cage, and she’ll even let me nuzzle her feathers with my nose, which never, ever happens. She usually despises being touched. I don’t know if it’s because she’s sick, or if she’s just delighted to be with people she knows again after the vet. But she is eating, quite a bit actually. So I don’t know what to think about it all.

My interview went well, I think, although it’s tough to tell for sure. I didn’t have all the experience they wanted in some areas, but I impressed them in others. They’re going to call back the best candidates for a second interview.

And in the meantime, I have an interview with BYU tomorrow at 11. So, we shall see how that goes.

I’m watching the directors/writers commentary of FotR to pass the time. I’ve been having “In Dreams” and “Into the West” running through my head for days, anyway. Tolkien seems to lend itself very well to my state of mind right now. Oddly enough, so does Dorothy L. Sayers. I don’t know what it says about me, that I’m enjoying a murder mystery at a moment like this, but there it is.

As Lord Peter would say, cheer-frightfully-ho, and all that.

Thank you so much to all of you for your thoughts and prayers. They are felt, I promise you. Can’t tell you how much it means.