Lost

Hey, it's Thursday again, folks. Nothing exciting to report. I enjoyed watching the red-breasted robins today, it made me feel that, although I'm still cold outside, spring could possibly be on the way. Something else I watched way too much of today was the TV show Lost. We don't get cable, so I've never seen a full episode live, but my roommate rented 4 DVDs worth of the show from Blockbuster, and I got through 2 of them this afternoon, which, in total, had me wasting about 5 hours. Crazy. It's an interesting show; I can see why it's popular.

The job search is (finally) in full swing. Kristen keeps complaining she needs to find a job for the summer, and I keep answering with, I need to find a job for ... life. That's right, 'real life' hits upon graduation, less than 2 months from now. Josh has a month and a week. As for the job search, my inbox is full of places I'm hoping to hear back from, and I had an interview Monday and have another tomorrow.

God wants us somewhere, I know it. I wish I knew where, though, and right now. Sigh.

Puppy love

Last night, I went for the second time with my coworker Amber and two of her dogs to a nursing home. Her dogs are certified therapy dogs, which means they are very well-behaved, even around unusual situations, smells, wheelchairs, and the like. Yet again, they were each very well behaved and the residents were delighted to see them. It's not everyday anyone gets to see such a beautiful whippet and great dane, and this is even more true for the residents. Many of them have owned dogs their entire lives, but had to give them up to move into the home, and any dog brings a familiarity and joy into their lives.
A National Geographic article talks about the benefits of therapy dogs. Dogs provide companionship, stability, comfort, and a host of other small joys. I won't have a dog for a couple years, but I look forward to it. Perhaps it will have the kind of temperment that will allow it to be a therapy dog. Regardless, I'm glad this can be a ministry of sorts for me now.

In Memory

I have been blessed to only lose one friend close enough to me for me to feel the need to mourn. Yet, this mourning time didn't come until two and a half years after her death. See, she was a friend who I lost contact with when I moved 5 years ago. I heard about her death and I think was shaken up, but I didn't taken time to process it.

Today my dad found a guestbook linked to her obituary from July 18, 2003 and he sent me the link. As I began to read what people have written, even this year, about her, I began to remember times spent with her at church. I broke down and cried hard for a while. I remembered her smile, her joy and her friendship.

I felt somewhat bad that just now I was mourning her. It's not like I didn't want to, I just hadn't given it thought or known enough about the situation. But I know that it doesn't matter how late it came or why it did, but that I did give it thought and I did give myself time to cry.

Rachael Koloroutis, this is for you:
In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Because I must

So, I really shouldn't be on here right now. I have a test tomorrow morning that I have not started to study for and I need my sleep. But I had to meet with some friends tonight and I had to rewrite my resume for an interview tomorrow and I have to blog.

Funny things about the resume- In case anyone didn't know, they are no objective things. My major switched from computer science to psychology, and in searching for new types of jobs, I stress different aspects of previous jobs and activities. These pieces of paper we had to the interviewer are the truth focus for the purpose. And I guess it all makes sense- target your writing to your audience.

Anyway, just something that hit me as I was writing my new resume. Have a great weekend, y'all.