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Taking an exit

It seemed as if my previous post was out-of-date five minutes after I'd written it. We pretty much immediately made the decision to stay in Texas for a few more years - most likely about two more, depending on Graham's job (which will have a definite end point at some time) and how long we can cope with the heat. Graham's company still haven't made a firm decision about how they'll arrange everything, but it was easier to go ahead and decide. We aren't likely to be worse off than we would be in England, either way.

That decision out of the way, I felt like I could move forward with career ideas. Believe it or not, I'm applying for chemistry jobs. Or at least I am when I'm not procrastinating by writing blog entries. (I did four applications yesterday; I'm sure being run over by a steamroller is a less draining experience.) Whether anyone wants to hire a not-so-recent chemistry graduate with a lot of cake decorating experience remains to be seen - I'm sure they don't see many! But there seem to be a fair number of jobs around so I'm reasonably confident of finding something.

So, now you know we're staying a little longer, come on and book your Texas vacation! Our rates are very reasonable... plus you can buy yourself some genuine cowboy boots, get up close and personal with a giant cactus, and eat all the meat you ever wanted to stuff your face with! Just to assure you this isn't the complete back of beyond, here's a nice photo of Fort Worth downtown from the Trinity River.


See those clouds moving in from the left? That, my friends, is a cold front. We set out for that particular walk in T-shirts and beautiful warm sunshine, and finished up keeping our body heat up by an act of the will, as the sky clouded over and the air temperature dropped like a stone. I think I mentioned the dramatic effects of a cold front before, but it's even worse when you forgot to bring a jumper.
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Sally said…
Like this one we had last weekend?
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/3443374/Southerly-buster-hits-Wellington
22 March 2010 at 18:22
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