Just put eight or nine (it’s dark and they’re black, so who’s counting) large garbage bags of clothes, bedding and towels and nine boxes of various household items and miscellaneous treasure, including an entire box of toys, in the side alley of my house. If all goes well, Big Brother/Big Sister will pick everything up at 7 a.m. or so.

I get a tax deduction, they get some actually pretty good stuff.

I’m focused and really trying to jettison stuff even if it is in good shape or tugs at my it could be useful instinct. I did pull one thing out of the leaving pile, a craft kit to use an inkjet printer to put whatever you want on a silk scarf. I don’t know, I just have too many ideas for dumb things that would amuse me to wear around my neck.

Feeling good that some stuff is out the door and on it’s way out of my life. I feel even better that a phone call today offers a glimpse into a future path for making a living. I really think I can help set up and get rolling, contribute to and moderate a company’s weblog, and when the project hits the web, I’ll probably write something appropriate here.

The best thing of all with the conference call is that they all knew a bit about my story. There was no need for me to dodge the what happened with your last position bullet. The kharmic twist, which I think actually fits nicely with the non-psychotic, non-violent reality I live, is that I will probably also help them to create policies on ‘blogging for their company. I guess that’s kind of like former criminals who help businesses create security.

And, the mastermind behind this grand scheme of getting my writing, ‘blogging, technology groove on in a potentially paying gig? None other than the legendary M. Sometimes I think his postitive outlook has to be an act or something. But, you know, maybe a little optimism might not kill a girl every now and again. It does dull my tragic, unemployed, working-class heroine character, though.

Too bad I blocked the IP address of the certain group of people whose prying eyes I got tired of seeing on my webstats. I would enjoy their knowing that their stupidity didn’t kill me.