Time Goes By

Still waiting for news on the hyper happy job interview. Applied for 5 ads and registered on a few HR websites with the idea of pleasing God, in the sense of "help yourself and God will help you." Tired and bored of typing in my personal data for the hundredth time. Should go to bed instead. And not depress myself by looking at other people's pregnancy and engagement photos. The single ad offering work in publishing turned out to be some hoax. They are a sort of agency which doesn't tell its name, doesn't have a website, but wants you to pay a registration fee. Nice.
Wrote some poetry last night, inspired by the Haza Heimat Home festival and especially Virág Erdős. Or most importantly by the adventless advent we have at home. There was a time when we lit the candles on the wreath, sit around it, perhaps even sang Christmas carols. Mostly it felt pretentious, like the situation described in Pink's Family Portrait. Now we don't even light it, don't even sit together, it just serves as decoration in the dining room, which had been tidied at least. And I think to myself, what Christmas? What family?
A new girl came to the orchestra last week, a girl I've known for about 10 years. It would do me good to have someone fresh, who still takes care of her breathing, posture, and technique. My music stand has been dissembled for months now, but it's time I re-assemble it and enjoy the music come alive under my fingers.
I also decided to apply for literary contests. I guess there's a lot, only I haven't cared to find them before.
Perhaps I shpuld engage myself in planning the Christmas presents, as this is a thing I usually enjoy. Usually when I have money for it.
Being a copycat (with a feel for technology, you know) I managed to start new pages on my blog (mucj resembling those of Andi Cziffra), which I'm planning to update soon. The last page leads to my Hungarian blog, where I'm planning to put more writing, but perhaps I'll try to get them published somewhere else first (e.g. contests, periodicals).