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Getting it done, part 4

More progress on the getting it done front:

1. Bows, sewn on the new panties for miss middle, who uses the bows to tell which side is the front when dressing....

2. New thread purchased for the long-term hand-quilted quilt, for which I ran out of the two spools of thread I had been using. 

3. A quiet book for miss middle, started over a year ago and now FINISHED.  Many fun activities to quietly occupy her in church or at the doctor's office or anywhere, really, that she needs to be sort of still and mostly quiet when we are out and about. 






I have also applied to a variety of jobs, some that I am qualified for and some that I am not....but a friend recently made the comment to me, about job searching, that a lot of the time, it isn't so much meeting the exact requirements of a job search and is much more about displaying the confidence to do the job....so fingers crossed, and we'll see what happens.  I find job searching to be a lot of "hurry up and wait" -- things feel like they are progressing very fast, and then seem to stop, and then have a burst of activity, and then hit a standstill....And also, it feels too soon to be looking for a job for August, though this is the appropriate time to be securing a choice teaching position.  So very soon I will need to either commit to going back into the classroom or commit to taking a more traditional 9-5 type job. 

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