Tuesday, March 25, 2008
A Sinking Ship
It's been a month since I've posted. Lots of things have happened. Alina turned 4. The renovations on the house are done and the house is on the market. Jean lost her job at the company I still work for. Because of the current state of housing credit, the handwriting is on the wall that I may not be here much longer either. It feels like we are on a sinking ship. We were both hoping to do work for the company while in Seattle. These are jobs we both know well. It is looking like we may need to start in Seattle with new vocations. Jobs we know is safe. Things may not be as safe as we had hoped.
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'If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than me or else just silly.'
'Then he isn't safe?' asked Lucy.
'Safe?' said Mr. Beaver. 'Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.'
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