This photo was taken January 13 of this year. The woman is a co-worker. The guy is one of "my guys". Working at the group home has enriched my life, made me one of the most under-paid people I know, and strengthened me, given me gifts I can't begin to describe, and provided a whole new repertoire of gross stories.
At long last! It's been one untyped excuse after another. After a host of computer problems and a near nervous breakdown--in part induced by computer problems--and being over-worked, under-nannied, and beset by small-town vindictive group psychosis--here I am! Questionably intact, questionably of sound mind ( or sounder mine than some) and just so you know,the mouse that came with the computer just gave up the ghost. And I am successfully using a minuscule hot pink mouse that came in a box with a Bratz Doll. And it works better than its predecessor and better than the one at work by far.
Spring has come to Dallas, Oregon. The trees are blooming, noses are running, a certain kind of heady sexiness is in the air...kids and teachers are light-headed and light-minded and OMG I like this mouse so much better than the last!
It was curious delight and a great deal of amusement that I checked my Site meter tonight. Site Meter is the gizmo that measures my web traffic. I've mentioned it before: visitors per day, page views, amount of time per page view. Imagine my feelings, imagine my cynical amusement, genuine amusement, and everything in between when I saw that this week, this week of all weeks, my traffic was at an all time high.
What gives, people? I took a week off! I had aggravating, irritating, serious-beyond-belief computer problems, and more people than ever tuned in. Why?
Hoping to observe an emotional train-wreck? Heard a bit of gossip and wanted to witness the pain? Like the ghouls who drive slowly with necks craned past the worst of road accidents, did you hope for carnage? Like a shark or piranha, did you smell blood in the water?
For those of you who don't have the skinny, you will. Although I enjoy being somewhat enigmatic, making mysterious, cryptic remarks, I eventually deliver.
The thing is, life is about so much more than small town b.s....small town politics, small town maneuverings. I've realized that since moving "down south" from the "great wet north".
It really is.
A different kind of beauty prevails here, but still, when I look out my window and observe the sunsets, the sunrises, incredible cloud formations, and the trees in all their seasons, I'm overwhelmed.
My kids have grown so much that I'm speechless, suddenly startled when I look at the pictures from when we first got here and now I realize that they have figures and God help me, attitudes.
Mick and I both have jobs that some people would mistakenly think are meaniel and don't realize how satisfying they are.
And I have a feeling of curiosity and competative spirit that sustains me. Life is quite interesting. That phrase, "careful what you wish for" often comes to mind. But does that apply to me? Or does it apply to you?
Hope and faith. I have both. I think we have both. And if you wish to know what I allude to...if you're really hoping for the straight skinny on all this vague, irritating talk, well, you can either stay tuned...or you can get a life.
Your choice.
I've been away for a week or better. I'm just warming up.
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