October was an especially lucky month for me. My long favorite team, the San Francisco Giants, won the World Series in a hard-fought, seven game matchup against a powerful team. I interviewed for a temporary assignment as the stand-in Director of Finance for the Monterey chapter of a large, national non-profit organization. I was the only one interviewed, and was offered the job, which I accepted. Then, one day after October ended, my youngest son was married in Corona, (Southern) California. Three days later, the Republican wave occurred, sweeping the despised Democrats out of office all across the nation, to my great satisfaction.
The Director of Finance job is quite challenging. It is temporary, as I am a fill-in for the vacant position until a permanent replacement can be found. I don't accept permanent jobs, as I am supposed to be retired. I like working during the tax season, but like sleeping in the remaining nine months of the year. Right now I have to leave the house at 6 AM in order to arrive by 8 AM, and have been reintroduced to the joys of commuting through heavy traffic.
The job is in Monterey, California, one of my favorite towns. It is a very scenic town on the coast, and I see ocean waves breaking on beaches as I commute to work in the morning. Lately, traffic has been terrible due to road construction, and it takes more than an hour to get to work, and just as long to return home in the evenings. I hope to make some extra income, as I need it for some dental bills and for a new acoustic bass amplifier that I plan to buy.
I don't know how long the job will last. Maybe one, two or three months. Then I'll find another one, if I so desire. If I do good work on the current job, more will be easier to get.
My new daughter-in-law is Korean. She was born in South Korea. Her parents, very nice people, do not speak English with great fluency. Her mom wore a traditional Korean dress to the wedding, and looked quite fetching in it: a red blouse with a long black skirt. She is anxious for the wedding to bear fruit: she wants grandchildren. We are on the same page.