Over spring break we moved from the basement of one building to the ninth floor of another building just 6 blocks away. The move hurt. Both physically and emotionally. Leaving The May means leaving behind the home I shared with our four legged family. I will not have memories of Sammy bear or P kitty in this new place ( Read more... )

Sometimes crying makes everything better. I'm tired and hungry and maybe a little overwhelmed. But now that I've spent a few minutes letting the tears fall, it doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Making the leap to grad school is a scary choice. Perhaps it's best to stay a paraeducator. I have a job now. There's no saying if I'll find a position as a teacher when I graduate. Education budgets are getting the ax so hard.

Awhile back I announced that a dream had died. Today, I happily declare that it has new life. A short trip into the Cascade Mountains is a lot more doable and safer than a long trip. No need for dramatics, just a reality check on what is reasonable in the Oregon wilderness ( Read more... )

Hello 2011. You are not starting well. I'm hungover, and Alex is a super crabby crabbypants. Sure hope this isn't how it goes for all of 2011. But if it did, I guess the good thing is crabbyness and hangovers would make the year seem long. The years are beginning to pass frighteningly quickly.

I wish I could have audio recorded the sound of the wind just now. It was (is still maybe) so loud that it is hard to believe that it is really just the wind. It positively howls. That is the sort of thing that happens in books ( Read more... )

I should be at work right now, but I called in sick. I'm not really sick, just wanted a day to relax and recalibrate. I suppose officially it could be called a mental health day. It has been an out of sorts couple of weeks, what with a feeling that the sky was gonna fall any day now and all ( Read more... )

A small dream just died today. I no longer expect to walk any portion of the pacific crest trail this summer. Maybe another adventure will take it's place, or maybe this will just be a dream postponed. Or maybe, I shouldn't have dreamed that I would take such a hike in the first place ( Read more... )

Things don't feel right. Something is either already or about to go wrong, I can tell, and my tears are at the ready.

When a kid in our class is having a melt down it is often sympathetically expressed "life is so hard ( Read more... )