Par for the course, I was outside at that moment and didn’t hear the phone, and even more par, this morning she was out sick. But with any luck an appointment can be lined up the first part of next week.
I’ve learned not to get my hopes up for these things. One year a friend of mine was on a search committee at Elegant Arms Community College, just down the road from HGCC. Three hundred qualified candidates applied. The District prescreens candidates, but nevertheless she and her colleagues had to plow through scores and scores of very fine applicants, among them recent graduates of the Ivy Leagues.
That was long before the Recession That Is Not a Depression hit. I’m sure our search committee will have more excellent job-seekers than anyone would ever want to interview, and very few of them will be of Social Security age.
It’s hard to resist daydreaming, though. Oh, what I could do with a full-time paycheck!
• First thing I’d do is trade in the 12-year-old Dog Chariot on a new, fuel-efficient vehicle, one that doesn’t inhale two $50 tanks of gas a month just carrying me to campus twice a week and the grocery store or Home Depot on the way home.
• Given a real paycheck, I would try to make up for three years of lost time in building my IRA. I’d keep doing what I’m doing—putting the paycheck into a “pool” account and doling out enough to cover monthly expenses into a checking account—but what’s left over would go directly into savings.
• And I’d donate a little something to the church that allows me to ululate with its choir. That hasn’t been possible with barely enough coming in to put food on the table, pay the power bills, and cover the property tax.
• But…gosh, would I like to go on a vacation. Do you realize I haven’t had a real vacation in a good 10 or 12 years? And that was connected with a conference. The university underwrote the trip with travel money.
• How I’d love to spend a week in Santa Fe during July or August. Or even in Prescott. M’hijito could stay here and take care of the dratted pool and the pooches while I’m gone. Just think…to see the Santa Fe Opera again! Oh, my. Or to go to the chamber music series there.
• Or even to go to chamber music here! Who would think that back in the halcyon day, I was on the board of the Phoenix Chamber Music Society? Oh, but I’d love to have a season ticket again. Or a season pass to the Grammy-winning Phoenix Chorale, many of whose members I’ve met through choir!
Imagine being able to go out to lunch or even dinner now and again! Wouldn’t that be something?
Oh well. It’s not going to happen, of course. But it’s nice to fantasize.