Movies
I have a couple more movie reviews coming soon. One possibly tomorrow. Then one later this week. Marcia and I, for some dumb reason, have started renting them from the place around the corner. We just recently put our Netflix account on hold. We will be changing all this soon. Though I wish it was for other reasons.
Work
The search continues. I have four leads to jobs right now. One is a sort of local job. We would still be moving, but just to get closer. Probably could hold out a little bit, but if I were to get this job, we would still probably move right away. Two of the job leads are in south New Jersey. One of them I got from a former co-worker after reconnecting with him on Linkedin.Com (my profile). Then the last one, which as of right now seems to be the best fit, is in Fort Worth, Texas. The least desirable as far as location, obviously. All of this though doesn’t really mean much until I get an interview. I also made a connection to another recruiter in the steel industry recently who is aware of what I went through, helping some of the people that used to work for my employer recently. I hope that he might be able to turn up something for me as well.
“Monorail”
As you may already know, Nigel loves trains. During our last trip to Detroit, we took Nigel downtown and took a trip around the route the People Mover makes. It is much like the El in Chicago, only on a much, much smaller case. But referred to it as a monorail, because that is a word that Nigel can say, and quite clearly. (Still calls trains “wees”, but can say monorail …. figure that one out!) Over the course of the past few weeks, Nigel has made up a song where monorail is about the only word that is said. He sings it just about every morning while taking a bath. It is so very cute, and funny. Maybe he is following in Marcia’s footsteps and will become a composer.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
That phase of Nigel life has started recently. How can something be so annoying and cute at the same time as this can? What is really funny is when Nigel will ask that while we are driving in the car, and I am not sure what he is pointing to or asking about. I usually ask in return, “What’s what, Nigel?” His reply is usually, “I don’t know.”
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