Summer of Slither

First the boring job report:  I was hoping to have final news on my second job to share in this post, but unfortunately I have not heard anything back yet.  At the end of the interview last week, they said they would let me know by the end of this week, so that may not be a good sign.

She did request my references last Friday and received them on Monday but has not called them yet (I checked with one of them today).   What do you think that indicates?  I guess I will contact her later on Monday if I haven't heard anything by then.

On the relationship front, Sh/cm and I have continued to see a lot of one another.  We had a bit of drama last week when I went solo to a friend's birthday gathering and one of the guys there was someone I had expressed interest in a few months ago when he attended one of our Interplay performances.

Apparently, K (the birthday girl, one of my Interplay friends, and my NVC group leader) told him at the time but we never connected.  He ended up going out with another one of our Interplay friends, and then I got together with the old flame.

Anyway, that wouldn't be so dramatic except that this guy took a liking to me and had some hopes about asking me out, which he proceeded to express in his NVC men's group, of which sh/cm is a member.  

It's amazing how much someone can apparently read into an elevator ride and walking to a car.

So sh/cm was telling me about this guy and I realized who it was and of course told him, completely triggering him into some old jealousy/mistrust issues.  We finally got it straightened out but it was a pain.

On a happier note, we are going to see the "Snakes and Lizards, Summer of Slither" show at the California Academy of Sciences tomorrow.  I can't wait!

My love affair with lizards goes way back and is half the reason I love to go hiking in the desert.  Also, I should mention I have a lizard tattoo (symbolically representing transformation. . . but also my love of lizards!) on my left inside ankle.

And, finally, a rather large confession: he and I have decided to go "au natural" in the birth control department, as in we have talked about it and decided we would both be okay, more than okay, if our admittedly older eggs/sperm should happen to find one another and unite.

We actually have a conception getaway planned for mid next week. . .

I know it's a bit crazy with the newness and me not having a sustainable income nailed down yet.  But on the positive side, he does well financially as a writer and I do have insurance coverage.

As they say, more shall be revealed. . .

The Magic of Interplay

After all that build up, my interview has been postponed until Thursday.

My cold kicked in to high gear with all the symptoms today, and I decided to call the employer and let them know I was sick.  I said I could definitely still come to the interview, but I think they probably realized I would not be at my best and maybe even wanted to avoid the germs.  Such a relief to reschedule!

I did, however, go to my Interplay Theatre performance tonight, and I'm glad I did!  We had a small but appreciative audience of family and friends.  There were about 10 of us performing, a good mixture of men and women, more and less experienced.  It flew by and I loved all the movement stuff we did, lots of contact improvisation and playful leading, following, and creativity.

At one point, the leader shared a poem about her women friends while three of us women moved and interacted; mirroring one another, spinning and meeting one another hand to hand or shoulder to shoulder, etc.  We received some positive feedback about that and it felt moving to do it.

Funny story: at one point during a more complicated form called "The Suite," and things were getting a bit chaotic.  One woman suggested we go up and do a "side by side story," which I was going to do, but as we started to go up there, my friend KP (who also leads my NVC group!) looked at me and hissed, "We are doing a DT3!," which is another story form.  In all the chaos, we did not realize she and another guy were already on center stage telling a story.  So I grabbed the first woman by the hands and pulled her back, and we ended up going into this long, silly, straight-armed spin.

I guess you had to be there, but it was such a Diva moment when KP said that.

Though nervous about it, I also participated in the speaking forms I'm less confident with, including a couple of three sentence stories (take the center stage and tell a story as you move/dance).  One was about being unemployed and asking for help to pay my car towing fees, and I was able to express gratitude (anonymously) to my housemate K who also does Interplay and was in the room!  Like with so many other things, it seems I gain confidence the more I step through my fear and take action.

Maybe tomorrow I will share about my recent crazy sleeping/waking dreams about time, and also how Sound Healing/Chocolate Man is helping me with my interview.

Car Drama and Maybe Baby

Another turn of the wheel and life looks different again.  

I don't think I mentioned that my car disappeared on Saturday.  I parked it in front of my house Friday night, as usual.  The next morning, I must have looked hilarious milling about where the car should be and looking around with a puzzled expression.  

I initially assumed it had been stolen but soon found out otherwise from the Oak.land Pol.ice Dep.artment. . . So I will make an admission at this point:  when I don't see any solution to a situation, sometimes I just throw it off the radar screen, which I did with this situation.  

But only after discovering that, in order to retrieve my TOWED car, I needed to pay my remaining DMV registration balance (I had paid the registration fee but it was late so they tacked on additional fees I was in the process of paying off), pay a police release fee, AND pay the towing yard for towing and storage fees.  Most of which was impossible on the weekend. 

So today as I emerged from my fog of denial, I found out that the towing and storage fees currently stand at $350 and they will add $60 for each additional day of "storage."   Ack!  I told my housemate, then just decided to go to my dog walking gig, as my mind churned about possible solutions but was finding none.  

Then, miracle of all miracles, my housemate offered to help me.  He admitted it was selfish in part because he knew if this situation was not resolved, then rent would get behind and it would affect him too.  But regardless, he is completely awesome and I am incredibly grateful right now.  

He drove me to all three places and paid the fees, and my car is now sitting out front again with a shiny new registration sticker on the back plate.  Thank you, K!!!  I will pay back most of the money he loaned me at the end of the week, but he saved me several hundred dollars in additional fees and more.

And having my car back meant that I could keep my meeting with a new potential co-parent in San Francisco.  This new possibility came up recently.  I will write more about it later, but suffice it to say, I love what I know about these guys so far!  

They are a gay couple, absolutely adorable, who have been together for 10 plus years.  The oldest one is my age, the other one a few years younger, and they are both educated, bright, and athletic.  I totally feel on the same wavelength with the older one I met with today, who would be the donor.  He made me laugh a lot and the whole conversation was relatively comfortable, even when the topics were more difficult (such as finances, custody arrangements, etc.).  

I am taking this a step at a time and promise to share more in the coming weeks, if and when things progress.  

So MAYBE I met the father of my child today!  

Or MAYBE not. . . but it's exciting to consider!