Dear Diary,
I've neglected you for a long time. Already in March 2024, before I returned to school, I posted about "silence". It's true that I haven't wholly abandoned you, but I'm unlikely ever to match the totals of 112 pages in 2020 or 149 in 2021.
What else do I know about my recent past and future?
Let's do a list!
- Summer 2024 - Three classes at North Seattle College
- "A Requiem for Seventy-Seven Bus Stops" during fall break
- Fall 2024 - Four NSC classes plus a Work-Study job
- Winter 2025 - Same
- Spring 2025 - Three NSC classes plus a Work-Study job
- Summer 2025 - Same
- Fall 2025 - Two NSC classes
- Winter 2026 - Four NSC classes plus an internship. Associate's degree in accounting
- Spring 2026 - Three NSC classes, one Bellevue College class, plus an internship. Bookkeeping certificate
- Summer 2026 - One Everett Community College class. This revival
From here is stuff that's only come clear since Monday morning, the 14th.
- Fall 2026 - Four EvCC classes
- Winter 2027 - Two EvCC classes
- Spring 2027 - Same
- Summer 2027 - One EvCC class
- Fall 2027 - Two EvCC classes
- Winter 2028 - Same
- Spring 2028 - Same. Bachelor's degree in accounting
- Fall 2028 - One Bellevue College class
- Winter 2029 - One NSC class. Project Management certificate, probably. Plus one BC class, maybe
- Spring 2029 - One BC class, maybe
How much can I do, then? The prognosis for this fall is not good. I think following every trail is out, and I'm unlikely to want to write much in you in November, regardless of my success or failure in September and October.
After that, well, much depends on what else I do besides one or two classes. I predict one of five futures will happen, and which one greatly affects the odds of the projects in this page being revived or completed.
A good job
In this scenario, I can afford to spend money, but am constantly short of time. Hiking boots, at long last, but not many hikes.
This scenario is also the one in which I'm likeliest to find a wife, or other partner, and maybe even father children. Which would limit my freedom to hike still more.
At least I could get my prescriptions back.
I might move out of North Seattle in this scenario.
A bad job
I haven't spent much of my life in this kind of job; uncertain schedules for me have resulted from temp work, not from capricious bosses. I'd probably see hiking as a refuge, although it would take a while to get boots.
A family in this scenario would be a disaster to all non-work and non-home activities.
A part-time job
Well, it would take longer for both the boots and the prescriptions. But this is by far the most optimistic scenario for you, dear Diary. It also makes marriage pretty unlikely.
Problem is, it might not be stable. I might be promoted to full-time, or might be laid off without much nest egg.
Homelessness
In this scenario, I'm much poorer than when I was last homeless, because all the people who paid for my storage in the past have since retired. All tech I now own, including this phone and the laptop I make maps on, would be highly vulnerable to theft.
On the other hand, I'd have huge amounts of time, and no prospect of a woman wanting any of it.
This as my job
I'm not normally an optimist, but I believe enough in the education I've been getting that I think the above possibilities are in probability order.
I certainly won't apply for grants on your behalf, dear Diary, but it's more likely that you have a rich reader who'd pay me to write you, than that I'll be struck by lightning exactly at noon tomorrow.
I take for granted that such a reader would want me to work citywide. Beyond that, I can't predict, but can speculate.
I doubt this scenario leads to either health insurance or marriage.
Well, dear Diary, enough about my future. Tomorrow, back to yours.












