Slow and quiet for the most part

The other day I picked up a hitchiker who was so drunk he started crying when he got into my car expressing his gratitude. Then for 7 miles he yelled (slurred) "Thank God for byooful women" Until I dropped him off at the Cattle Grate-- which is the entrance to "Lesser World"- I live in Greater World which is considered the upscale neighborhood. I know I have at least one friend who might be reading this and freaking out about me picking up drunk hitchikers but I only pick up the Mesa People out on my road and I assure you they are not going to serial kill me or rape me they just wanna go where they're going.
We've been getting a lot of rain lately. In fact I have too much water these days. It's lush and green and sometimes extemely muddy. the mud out here is very sticky. I reckon that's why it's so good for building.
I finally started the process of getting hired at the hospital last Friday. They are supposedly doing the beackground/reference checks, etc. My friend works in the ICU there, he says it takes forever even once the ball is rolling to start work...but what I really want to do is get this job dying and spinning wool in this wool shop. They use all natural dyes. The lady really doesn't want to hire me, she keeps telling me I'm over qualified. I keep trying to assure her that I'm an idiot who would be greatly challanged by menial labor but I may not have convinced her. I would just love to be around the colors, and learn how to do something cool like spin yarn, like the maidens are always doing in fairy tales. Ideally I could do both, the wool stuff part time, the OR part time. She liked the fact that I am a Sagittarius with Virgo rising (I knew all this stuff would come in handy one day) and she said she wouldn't write me off. She is also hooking me up with a lady that can teach me some Eastern Medicine. So it goes in the Land of Enchantment. One thing leads to another, and you find yourself somewhere pretty different than you intended, but still a good place.