Everything coming up roses

I think I got a job today. I've been kicking around the idea of going back to work for a while now. We want to go to Europe next year while our great niece and nephew are in London. His job is taking them there for about a year and they asked if we'd like to visit next fall. It's really a no brainer except we would have to take money from savings.

A few weeks ago I began poking around to see if there was any part-time work available. As it turns out, the local college has a part-time job helping people over 50 go back to work.

I sent my resume, transcripts, and some solid letters of recommendation. They review my package and said they'd get back to me.

They called late last week and asked if I could meet with them today. My calendar had things like, check the air conditioning filter, reorder planner refills, and straighten the wires in back of my computer, so I figured I could find the time to meet with them.

The person that interviewed me gave me a brief rundown on the responsibilities before asking, "Does this sound like something you'd be interested in? 

"As a matter of fact I would," I muttered.

A few moments later I was signing an intent to hire, and filing out a stack of forms as thick as War and Peace. 

There are still a number of obstacles I'll have to go through, but it looks like I'll be employed this time next week. I'm excited.

The sky had been beautiful all day, but I walked out of the interview into foreboding skies. I hoped that was not some kind of harbinger.

As I got closer to home, I saw the sun setting beneath the clouds making the horizon look as if it were ablaze.

I wheeled to the side of the road even though the driver behind me showed her annoyance by laying down on her horn. It was a small price to pay for a few moments of heaven, and a signal from above that everything is coming up roses.