If you're just joining me, hello good evening, and welcome to - no wait, that's Monty Python. Okay, so I had a nice, logical three-step plan for this year. Step 1, find job. Step 2, find apartment. Step 3, find second job. Well, I seem to have gotten stuck on Step 2, yet Step 3 is all taken care of. Yikes! Somebody in Jamaica Plain wants a roommate, right? Anybody? Come on...

Anyway, I'm teaching lessons in Wellesley and Milton, and I've got some actual little violists! Hooray! Oddly, two of 'em are named Molly - what a coincidence, huh? Luckily it's one in each town. And of course, giant heaping piles of violins too, so I dug out the violin from under the bed, dusted it off, and tried to practice it. It's a lot easier than I remembered... Except for that whole "oh my god this thing is small!" reaction. So with a little help from my friends (in this case being Kate Marsch and Carrie Dowell [and come to think of it, that song was on when we went out the other night... anyway]), I am actually employed and doing what I went to school for. Not bad in this economic climate. I'm exactly backwards from Libby - I have a job and no place to live, while she has an apartment (in Queens, no less...) but no job. We need to fix that.

And while I'm on the subject (sort of), anybody else ever notice that no matter how wonderfully detailed internet driving directions are, they don't help a bit when there are no street signs?!?! Especially in Boston, with its "Yeah, um, there was this cow path, you know, so we paved it" roads. It also weirds me out a little that they always call rotaries roundabouts - what is this, England? I could work myself up into a full Andy Rooney-style rant here, but it would just bore you, so I won't. In fact, I'm going to go see if any of the dozen or so people I emailed about apartments have gotten back to me. Then look for more people to email. Then put up another ad. Then...


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