DAVE/AVENUE

I have lost an unprecedented 2.5 pairs of gloves this winter. One pair was left in a taxi, another on the train, and the whereabouts of the final glove is unknown.

One Glove, originally uploaded by daveisnotmyname.

I have seen many unpaired gloves over the past couple of weeks, many of which would be a fairly decent match for my knit singlet, but none was as attempting to grab as this one outside of Regent’s Park in London.

The dilapidated West Pier is my favourite Brighton landmark. Maybe my Detroit sensibilities allow me to see equal beauty in things that rise or crumble. The West Pier is gorgeous and she stands there in the sea all day, hosting starlings, reliable as the tide.

i360 Blues., originally uploaded by daveisnotmyname.

The current view from the Upper Promenade does not quite do her justice. Despite recent announcements of setbacks, the fence and construction signs keep yelling at me that, yes, the i360 is actually coming.
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I have some battle scars. And I want to share them with you.

Looking for a job is more awkward than a first kiss and (I imagine) just a tad less stressful than planning a large wedding. It is impossible not to have some mortifying moments during the search and, if someone doesn’t then I think they are too busy playing it safe.
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Last night, we dropped into Brighton’s Latest Music Bar to check out Future Shorts Presents, a screening of short films. I got to unexpectedly hear some of my favourite songs, have an awkward chat with one of the directors, and see two touching films about the dynamics of a master/dog relationship.
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After a year of unemployment and personal reinvention, I start a job in just over 2 weeks. On paper, it is my dream job and I feel great about the company that I will be working for and, no, they have not paid me to say any of these things. I would start tomorrow if the call came through but I do welcome these coming days as a time to smile and reflect.

The journey to get to this point has been fantastic, full of jubilant peaks and and mopey lows.

I am going to dedicate a series of posts over the coming weeks to document my journey. Extended unemployment is unique- it is a time to measure your self-worth and create it at the same time. I could have fit four American maternity leaves during my time away from paid employment and, while I don’t have four babies to show for it, I do have a renewed perspective on what constitutes the good life. Besides, I have some unfiltered rants I need to write and some advice I need to give.

It has been a great while since we have done The Monthly Beagle, mostly because I just saw the whole clan over Christmas.

This one went out to the nieces and nephews as well as our beloved Sandra. All of the young’ns are under 3 and know that normal dogs woof but Petey says ah-wooooo. Besides, being young and receiving a letter addressed to you in the mail is pretty damn cool- especially when you get to scream ah-wooooo when you see it.