Oh, man. Lemon bars and bead-hunting with Buffistas and a dog named Frida sounds like a perfect afternoon!

I've just spent literally the entire afternoon writing one single thank-you note (for the job interview on Friday -- to a colleague of juliana's, not to juliana herself, 'cause I'd feel too silly writing juliana a formal thank-you). I'm fairly sure it is too long and too effusive, but it took four sheets of stationery and three envelopes to get the damn thing written out legibly and without blotching, and I'm damned if I'm going to do it one more time. I just want to shove the thing in a mailbox and never have to look at it again.

Er, I mean, job-hunting is fun! Ignore me and be enthusiastic and enjoy the OMGWTFPHD, Hil!

Now, off to the post office to mail the thing. And maybe pick up more batteries for the camera, so as to be ready the next time Matilda gets animated and chatty.

This [link] would be a kind of perfect job for me, except that they're looking for someone for this year (but, they very well may also be looking for someone next year), and I don't know that I'm qualified enough, and I don't know where Waterloo is. But, it's a whole department of combinatorics!

Waterloo is a left turn from Toronto inland, not along Lake Erie, maybe an hour or so.

Signed, the drinking age in Canada was 19 when I was in college in Buffalo.

Hil, IMHO, give more thought to what your first job is about and what it can do for you and WHERE it is, because you probably won't be there forever. That said, before you go to Canada, consider the fact that you'll get paid in Canadian dollars.

What do old married people do on a Saturday night? We play cribbage! Excuse me while I try to go skunk my DH.

Hil, IMHO, give more thought to what your first job is about and what it can do for you and WHERE it is, because you probably won't be there forever. That said, before you go to Canada, consider the fact that you'll get paid in Canadian dollars.

Yeah, that's what I'm mostly telling myself. Most of the jobs for right after grad school are just a year or two.

What do old married people do on a Saturday night? We play cribbage! Excuse me while I try to go skunk my DH.

I haven't played cribbage in ages. TCG isn't much into card games.

I've never played cribbage. I used to play bridge in high school, though. Haven't played that in years. Might be fun to get back into, if I can find other people who play.

Huh. We haven't played cribbage since we were dating. I've been cheated!

Mr. Jane tried to teach me to play chess. It ended in tears. I found it incredibly boring, and kept making up rules. Then we got this [link] I still make up rules, but he doesn't care as much.

Instead of cribbage we went to the grocery store. We play cribbage all the time -- my DH loves card games, and while I don't, I was raised on cribbage. We all have hand-carved (by my Dad) cribbage boards.

Hil, my DH would so love to play bridge w/ you, if there's a way to find two more people to play (I don't).

That call I was avoiding from the aunt the other day? Turns out my uncle (her brother) has prostate cancer. Now I feel like a jerk. I didn't think it was anything serious. My uncle supposedly had surgery this weekend, and I don't know anything else other than the fact that I am supposed to wait until Monday to call him. ~ma would be appreciated. This uncle happens to be the one member of my father's family that has been very good to me over the years.