september 15, 2000. Fractious day. (Not to be confused with "frabjous day!" which is a more exciting thing altogether). The Boy had an unsuccessful interview this morning, in which he was denied a creative office job but offered a production job at $5.60 per hour. Even at 40 hours a week (which they won't guarantee), that comes out to $896 a month before taxes. Not good. We're pinning our hopes on some other applications he's submitted, although I'm going to check on my OSAP application to see if there's any loan money coming our way. I wonder if we'll have to start selling luxuries. Now I wish we'd brought more goods that turn into ready cash. Other than that, nothing much has happened around here. Today being my day off, I devoted quite a bit of energy to tidying the bedroom & moving furniture into a more advantageous position. This week we figured out that our marriage bed couldn't be up against the wall, as we're rising at different times and it's a pain in the butt to crawl over a sleeping body when your body isn't working too well to begin with. Rolling out of the side of the bed takes much less co-ordination. Our bedroom is a pretty spartan affair - just a bed & a low chest of drawers. One poster hangs over the bed, a reproduction of the Da Vinci cartoon "Virgin & Child with St. Anne." It's funny. I used to wonder why adult bedrooms were so impersonal compared to the rich mesh of scraps & passions decorating a child's room. Experience has given me an answer, at least for myself. Right now I don't want to bring too much of myself into the room for fear of smothering the Boy...I have lots of little bits to put up but he didn't bring a thing. When it's not just your space anymore, decoration & dedication becomes all the more complicated. Among other aspects of life, that is.