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I think I have fingered the culprit for my slow site loads these last few days. Although, I am reminded of times when I have said I have fixed a problem only to have it recur so I say that tentatively and hope for the best. It occurred to me that I never see many comments here on site and furthermore I never use the CommentLuv plugin .. I didn’t even know where it appeared on the page. And I certainly have never configured it or tried to configure it. So I deactivated it in my plugins section and immediately the site felt SO much faster. So I deleted it.

Let’s hope that’s the end of my frustratingly heavy site loads.

So in other news, the time has come for me to seek out gainful employment. I’ve been scouring the job boards and the sites that the ACS-CPAC (Army Community Services – Civilian Personnel Advisory Center) handed me a week ago… the result each and every single time is a very disappointing list of openings. Not only are the listings small in number, but they aren’t postings that I am qualified for in one aspect or another – I either need citizenship and a security clearance, or a medical degree of some kind, or make up my mind to weed gardens, paint walls or unclog pipes. Bottom line, there aren’t any jobs for me out there… or so it would seem.

Then there is still this yearning that I have for working amongst books. So I get up bright and early this morning with a plan. I am going to walk into the library – the one here on post and the one in Killeen – and hand over a resume. Then I am going to make my way to Borders and Barnes and Noble and hand over a resume there also. I feel soooooo confident and I am working myself up to go out into the suddenly high-50s, low-60s temperatures … and hubby says “Oh no you’re not going anywhere …. not without a valid insurance certificate in the car” and I am like “Crap! How could I forget?”  Turns out, the latest certificate is missing and one is to be en route from the insurance company here in a day or 2. I can’t leave this house unless it’s on foot.

/sigh

Wonderful – so much for beating the sidewalks looking for work.

I spent about 2 hours on the phone with Yolospat yesterday. She’s going through a rough time and it was good to just chat. We have a tentative plan for our days, at least until I have to go out to work.  I generally hate to talk on the telephone … this is a discovery I made in the last few years. As a teen, I was always fighting with my Dad because he despised the whole idea of long phone calls and would yell at me considerably if I stayed on the phone for longer than 2 minutes. According to him, no conversation over the phone needs to be longer than 5 minutes at the most. I disagreed because without the freedom to go visit and chat, the telephone was my only socialization tool. Of course, no 15 year old should argue with her father when he is disciplining her … that was always fun. Lately, however, and I mean in the last fear years, I have discovered I would much rather type than give myself hand or shoulder or neck pains in attempting to keep in touch. Some circumstances are worth the pain though – and this one …… was one of them.

Speaking of dear old Dad … I was brimming over with pride and happiness earlier this month when the nation of Jamaica bestowed upon him in the national award ceremony the “Badge of Honour for Meritorious Service (BH{M}) televised live on local television and streaming on the internet for all to see. Oh I was SO proud of him. You see, I am so much like him it’s scary … and one perfect place to demonstrate that is his attitude to the spotlight and all it brings. If he had a choice, I think he would have preferred to either accept the award privately or not at all. For him, it’s not about the glory but about that feeling of  ”I made a difference”. Watching him get his award, I could see it in his face – bashful, would rather it not be such a big production – but I don’t think anyone else would have guessed it.

The award was pretty much in recognition of all his tireless work in the credit union movement in Jamaica. I have to admit to not knowing ALL he did officially. But what I DO know is the number of hours and days and weeks and months that he gave to the movement. Years of seeing very little of Dad because he was working so hard to make the credit union in Jamaica what it is today – accessible and easy to everyone, and especially those who need the services the most – the little guy, the up-and-coming, the young, the hard-working, the honest. I may have been exceptional in my acceptance of a over-worked father, but something told me he was doing good deeds; besides when I needed him, he was there in a heartbeat. In the end, that photo right there, of Dad smiling humbly and accepting his award made it ALL worthwhile. The entire nation saw it. I can ask for nothing more.

That is a picture that I would love to have framed and posted on my wall but the resolution sucks that I haven’t even tried printing it for fear of being disappointed. In any case, they have promised a copy of the official photos they had taken. And that will be good enough along with this one here on my blog that I can look back on at anytime from anywhere. (which reminds me, need to put a copy of it on the iPhone too).

And on that note, I depart. More later, hopefully.

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