For a year and a half I've been hearing that once Carmen's CPE (that's Clinical Pastoral Education to you and me) residency ends, she won't be able to find a job as a staff chaplain. So In the waning days of 2020 a job came open at Baptist Hospital in Fernandina Beach. She applied, went through a four stage interview process over two months, and landed the job. That's the good news. One of the expectations of the job is that the chaplain live in Nassau County. So, once again, we are selling our condo and looking for the next perfect place in which to install ceiling fans, blinds, faucets and other miscellaneous items to make it our own. Meanwhile, Carmen is commuting an hour to two hours each way, as well as finishing the unit of CPE that started in January.
I have been handling the showings of the condo, and trade people to do the things better left to contractors, such as installing a vent pipe from the dryer to the outside through the attic, and replacing rotten wood (and later, 2 panes of glass) in the bank of windows upstairs on the northwest side.
We have gone to Nassau County every weekend since her commute began, looking at rentals and houses for sale. We've made offers on a couple of places, but they're already under contract between the viewing and the offer. Going again tomorrow. I have faith that it will all work out. It always has.
Meanwhile, I am dreaming of the plethora of fishing opportunities, a well- funded community theatre, and a garage big enough to leave my mitre saw set up.
A fella can dream.
