The summer is already more than half over—too fast, as always. Beach days, pool dates, —still left undone. It’s been unseasonably cool here, mid 70s, and I actually miss the muggy days that usually spell a Midwestern summer.
I’m in a state of waiting these days. I decided to contact a hot young PI at my institute to inquire about research opportunities with his lab. I had actually met this person three years ago during an informational interview, and I wanted to work with him then; unfortunately, he was just starting his lab and had no funding (and I was expecting a new baby). But he just got his first RO1 this year and a few additional private grants. He squeezed in 20 minutes for me, told me that he had lots of money and exciting projects, was interested in me, and would like to schedule a formal interview with me including formal research seminar. He ended the meeting by saying that he’d like to get in touch the following week to discuss things in more detail. And then. . . silence.
Well, not complete silence. A round of e-mail tag and then silence. He’s been busy traveling, and writing additional grants, and then traveling again. . . You get the idea. Summer is one of the worst times to try to catch the typical PI. My own current supervisor has been gone for nearly two months now, leaving manuscripts and projects adrift. I help his postdocs shape their manuscripts and grant ideas (believe me, some of them really need it) but at a certain point one needs the approval/input of a certain authority to move on.
Actually, I don’t have much to do at work right now, so I’ve been doing a lot of general reading, which includes reading in the field that I would like to move into. Because I really *do* want to join this other lab!
Anyway. . . it’s been silent here at my blog, too. No real reason for it. Just waiting for news on the job front and trying to enjoy this fleeting summer (as I bite my nails.) Legume has been talking a storm; she sounds like a high-pitched parrot as she mimics everything anyone says. Bean-girl alternates between oversensitive preschool dramatics and delightful, perfect cover child. I took Bean-girl to her first swim lesson last weekend and she loved it! I was so relieved, for she’s often a nervous child and I remember being traumatized by own childhood swim lessons. But her first swim class consisted of me holding her while she sang “Wheels on the Bus” and “Twinkle little star” in the pool while splashing and making hand motions with the other children and their mommies. . . and hey, what’s not to like about that?