Jrex got home Tuesday night from his LA trip. I picked him up from his lab and brought the mutt along. While waiting for him to finish up inside, the dog and I wandered the hill behind the lab while I chatted with my sister. I love my sister. I like that we get each other's humor, we challenge each other on stuff without hard feelings, and she's also a designer--so the bitching about clients is entirely mutual.
We'd just hung up when Jrex called me. When the phone rang, I headed for the stairs that lead to the back door he usually exits.
"Hey, I'm heading outside. Are you ready to go?"
We were at the top of the stairs as I agreed. He continued in a very tired voice, "Do you need me to come up to find you?"
I laughed, "Jrex, call your dog." I saw him standing with his phone down below. He turned and called for her. She was in such shock that she hesitated in quivering ecstasy before bolting down the stairs to jump all over him and try to lick the hair from the top of his head (ok, slight exaggeration).
His chats with the heads of the centers in Portland and Dallas had gone well, he has interviews at each in August. This morning he chatted with the head at University of Michigan, Ann Arbor. Looks like they have money and want to fly him out as well. Vanderbilt doesn't have money and neither does Jrex yet (grant money to do research), so they are going to see if they can squeeze water from the stone, but it doesn't look likely.
It's great to have him home. It took a long time for us to weave our independent streaks into an interdependent relationship, but at this stage of our relationship, it is a bit like an amputation when he's gone.
The good news for me is that people have given Jrex wonderful birthday gifts: Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything, and his sister just gave him Thomas Keller's Ad Hoc. YUMMMMM...
Totally off topic... I just found a hilarious site filled with cartoons about life in the digital world. Click here to find out "How to suck at Facebook".