Tuesdays in April hold great opportunities. Check these two out ( Read more... )

And as a completely unrelated note, it's nice to hear other languages again, even if I can't understand what they're saying unless I have subtitles. :o)

5 o'clock has rolled around and so I clean up the desk, smile because we finally have a reader for Palm Sunday, and pack up my bag. (There are a few goodies today; a new issue of US Catholic and I get to preview the Youth Worker Journal and Group magazine.) I get a lot of paper cuts in this job (three mailing going out this month. Whoa!) and I ( Read more... )

I was talking to a good friend earlier this evening, and I commented on how now that we're 'grown up,' it's much harder to invite someone over to come and play. No set agenda, except perhaps, play with clay, or a puzzle, or a new board game, or just sit and talk. These days, we need to *do* things. We go somewhere, or see something exciting, or go ( Read more... )

That was quite possibly one of the strangest and most entertaining ways I've met an excellent group of people who I hope to spend time with again. In the course of our conversations, we talked about 'man rooms,' feed bags, naming children after quarks, the center of balance for a child leaning over a daisy, invasions of turtles (walk away! walk ( Read more... )

The clean clothes are all the nice ones and so I dress up a little more than I usually would for a Wednesday. It’s mostly the gray slacks, which fit me as if they were tailored and to my delight I found at Goodwill. The neon blue water wristband gets snapped on, not to come off for two weeks, and I’m reminded of the weeks of summer tank when we ( Read more... )

Leisurely waking up and rolling over, I lie in bed enveloped in a cool darkness with a hint of light peeking from beneath the curtains. I pull the shade up just enough to send a streak of light across my room and assess whether the great snow storm of March 7th, 2007 is really as bad as everyone made it sound yesterday. Assured that the roads are ( Read more... )

A whole school through Confessions in 45 minutes, ordering even *more* H20 supplies, browsing through resumes, 1 1/2 hours of Taboo, making tacos at night...today was great. I like that I can go into work midday once a week because I get so much done at home before I go. Bills paid, bed made, clothes put away...it keeps Nina's brain happy ( Read more... )

--Yesterday, to amuse myself while folding and taping a gazillion newsletters, I changed from frosted tape to transparent tape. That held my attention long enough to help me get through the stack. (And as a random side fact: in England Scotch Tape is called Cello Tape. I don't know why ( Read more... )

I could use some cheering up.