peanut butter pie and the pursuit of paid work

It quickly closes in on three months since I packed up my life in Azusa and moved down to my city of origin--San Diego--and the search for secure employment has begun to look, admittedly, rather bleak. Each week I send out perhaps five or so résumés to prospective employers and each week I receive this many calls in response: zero. Miraculously, I manage to ward off depression most of the time by surrounding myself with books and the eager self-reminder that, surely, international employers will not be nearly as choosey and I'll almost certainly nail an overseas teaching job before the summer wears through.

Sigh.

Then today, at last, the moment I've been waiting for finally arrived: the principal at a local private Christian school called me up to see if I could substitute for a second grade class on Friday. Well, it's a start. I happily agreed. And, although, to be honest, the idea of being stuck in a room for five hours (it's a half-day [thank God]) with twenty-two seven- and eight-year-olds completely terrifies me, I'm looking forward to the change of scenery. Not that I don't cherish the warm glow of my laptop screen against my retinas for hours upon hours, day after day; but my fish, Bludough, and I have simply run out of things to say to each other.

This afternoon, in an unceremonious act of celebration for myself, I assembled a delectably rich peanut butter cream pie. The recipe came from Vegan with a Vengeance, which is still easily my favorite cookbook ever. I swear, it tasted as good as it looks. If not better.



In conclusion, I like this band. I just bought their new album and it is good.