Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," the blog with the most redundant opening line! Seriously. I think I won an award for it, or some such.
Catching up on the news in Anne Camp:
*Sunday the movie producers came over, and we talked about our script. After they left, Mr. Johnson and I sort of looked at each other and said, "Well, we won't quit the day jobs, but it's good to have something else on the storyboard as well."
*Four hours later, the owner of Mr. Johnson's company declared Chapter 11 bankruptcy.
*Four hours after that, Plantzilla, the amaryllis with attitude, burst into radiant bloom.
*The work week commenced with many anxious meetings about the future of Mr. Johnson's company, which that is the Philadelphia Newspapers. Mr. Johnson works for the most vulnerable of the two papers, the Philadelphia Daily News.
*On Tuesday I came down with the tubercular cold that has plagued Mr. Johnson and The Spare for weeks.
*The highlight of Wednesday was writing about Asherah (see below) and getting such nice comments.
*Thursday I was so sick I felt like I was crawling through a swamp, but I had to go to school. The only reason I'm at the Vo-Tech is to tutor students for the New Jersey High School Proficiency Test. The test starts next Tuesday. Bad time to be under the weather.
*Also on Thursday, Mr. Johnson had yet another anxious meeting with his co-workers. I wish I had a dollar for every anxious meeting Mr. Johnson has ever attended. Wouldn't have to go to the Vo-Tech at all.
*Today we had to sign for our paychecks and show a picture ID. This happens once a year. Only it turned out that my paycheck, which I had to sign for and show ID, was at the other Vo-Tech campus, 15 miles away through heavy traffic.
Now it's Friday afternoon. I am going to go to the thrift store, to drown my sorrows in old polyester.