I'm back, tracked only indirectly by the powers beyond my control and remembering LiveJournal after emerging from Wiscon warm with fuzzy feelings. Here's a summary: cinnamon squash and rice, a hungry fun-sized fetus, the politics of storytelling, crab legs, acerbic pink-haired editors, fancy pants matching silk jackets, wandering around. More ( Read more... )

This weekend I bought a bookcase and some green curtain panels for my bedroom, and some purple lights to hang over the curtain panels. After cleaning as hard as I could, I fell into bed feeling all cozy. Somehow, the purple glow and the yellow rug and the giant bookcase made me feel inordinately lucky-charmed, almost. I mean, very few people get to ( Read more... )

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PB&J, the lady across the cube, is chewing out some guy over a letter he sent out because it has a factual error in it, and he didn't check it with her first. So far she's belitted him, pulled rank on him, and questioned his choice of career. I'm a little disturbed with my friend, and am glad I don't work much with her. Not cool, ma'am. Not cool at ( Read more... )

My new job is a bit more restricted than my old job--I'm in a large gray cubicle in an office full of ladies, drinking coffee, avoiding chocolate (really, I over-did it) and listening to keys jinging in the hallways. We're on the chemical dependency floor of the hospital, so bleary-eyed men with drug habits wander up and down the halls. They are ( Read more... )

The ones that "fit" were social worker, writer, midwife(?), and gerontologist. Ok. The ones at the top of the list were mental health nurse, art therapist, psychologist, physician assistant, and naturopath. Oh, and critic.

My #40 is "chiropractor." Crackle crackle!

I've got that aging Bette Davis look today because of some leftover mascara and lack of sleep due to the fading heat. Today, though, is crisp and cool, just lovely. I love sweaters! I also love stretchy black pants that look professional but you could actually do yoga in them (if I did yoga, lately), and subdued lipstick ( Read more... )

I'm in Park Rapids. Yesterday I drove to Fargo listening to Groovy 1020 AM, which sounded all hollowed out and staticky, like ghost radio. All day, I've been wandering around in gardens taking photos, helping farmers chop tomatos, pushing biting kittens away from my feet.

One of which keeps yelling, "whoo hoo! Ride the snail!" I spent 30 minutes in the break room with them, keeping them away from various office supplies. It was easy, I just (secretly) said "I'm the adult. Stay away from the paper shredder."

I was panicking earlier, due to a few too many life events at once--a second of three job interviews at a medical center, impending surgery, impending classes, a possibly-intense shadowing position at a group home for people with severe mental illness, a fading grandmother (though an impossibly happy one), a chaotic (insidious) job. I've got ( Read more... )