...last month, after a rather nice but nevertheless gruelling interview for a nannying job, I sensed that maybe I was trying to push on a rope and that maybe something else was patiently waiting for me to show up...so I replied to a French tutoring job ad at craigslist and bingo, I got one assignment and today, another! The two combined will keep me quite busy, and both are challenging, in their ways...a middle-aged guy who wants to be able to do touristy things and make small talk, and a 10th grader who failed French last year and needs help...I am seeing her tomorrow, and if we get along, perhaps I can encourage her to try to do more than just pass...

In other news, I am busy working on this and that for my upcoming wedding (food, music, guests, etc.), sleeping more because of Provera, hanging out at Facebook (I'm the one engaged to Marcello Carlin, easy enough to find) and writing. Last Sunday I bought cds by Pink Floyd (Relics), The Mamas and The Papas (the 20th c. Masters one) and The Zombies (also a best-of). And tomorrow I'm going out again (cannot...be...stopped) and maybe I will find what I am looking for, maybe not. MC is still finding things that seem to appear just for him in Soho and Notting Hill, and finding Pink Floyd last week at Second Vinyl was so...I knew it would be there, and so it was...I still get the very strong sense that he is with me, especially when it comes to music shopping; after I wandered through Penguin Music (the guy there knows me!) I went to HMV, where they are having some sort of history of music sale, with a whole slew of cds 50% off, including the ones I got...how can I describe this feeling, save that it's slightly unreal, as if I am there and not there at the same time? (Not finding half of what I'm looking for adds to the distancing effect, but only by so much.) It's a little like floating, or having some protective aura around me. It is a good feeling, but I still miss him and invoke him all the time, and it is the same for him...