My friend Bryan came in from Alabama to visit and I took off part of Weds-Fri this week to be with him. It was wonderful to see him and spend time with him. I was sad to see him leave today.
However, Monday is the start of Orientation Week, so I have/had lots to do, and today was the day to do it. I am so So SO excited to meet the new students! I'm such a junkie.
Since I missed out on a bunch of work this week, I came in today. so I'm getting ready to leave work, and since my wireless has been spotty I'm writing from my office. Yes, it is 8:20 on a Sunday night. I've been here since 2pm.
The last thing I did before ending my "work" for the day was to clean up my office. I found a folder marked "to be filed" and looked through it. In there I found a sign up sheet "1st Year Student Check In with Jennie and John" with the names of the group that graduated in May. I started crying. I'm getting misty all over again. I can't believe 3 years has gone by so fast. I can't believe this is my 4th fall in my job. So much has changed and so much has stayed the same. It is time to go home and eat dinner and make a candle from the pieces of wax filled with the intentions of the Class of 2007. It is time to let them go and let myself open to a new year.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
what if the world ends, how will I tell the time?
I'm in a strange mood. A giddy, giggly mood. An anticipatory mood, waiting for the sky to get darker and the meteor shower to begin mood. A pester my roommate while he's trying to read mood. A bouncy abundance too many containers of fizzy liquid in my trunk mood.
This evening I went to a friend's birthday potluck picnic at a local park. I brought drinks and macaroni salad. When I say that I brought drinks, I should say that I brought a lot of drinks. When I was at the grocery store, they were having a Buy 2 get 2 free sale. So I got 8 2-liter bottles of various drinks (3 kinds of flavored fizzy water, 1 plain fizzy water, 2 root beers, 1 dr. pepper, and a ginger ale) and two bottles of berry lemonade. Is anyone thirsty? So at the picnic, we only opened one bottle of plain fizzy and one raspberry lemonade and made little fruity fizzy water drinks. I now have 7 unopened 2-liter bottles of fizzy liquid, one half-used fizzy bottle, an unopened strawberry lemonade, and a half-used raspberry lemonade. Um...what was I thinking?! I suppose I wasn't. I was thinking that I was thirsty, and it was really hot outside, and that there would be other hot, thirsty people wanting something nice and cool to drink, too.
Luckily, I have people coming over tomorrow night for our weekly dinner and movie night (K & J, don't bring drinks!)
ah, neurosis, what fun.
A friend's blog got me thinking about aspects of 'growing up' and how it is expected that magic and fantasy must disappear from our lives in order to be 'grown up'. Stupid cultural norms. Nobody wants to really give up magic. I had some good thoughts on this earlier, so I'm going to quote a piece of my comment on that blog
"Growing up doesn't mean realizing the magic isn't there...growing up can mean recognizing that a lot of magic is inside YOU, that you can create magic, that you can believe it, that you can choose to see it, that you can create it for others. ??Your own magic doesn't cease to exist because suddenly you're a grown up. Even in Peter Pan, grown ups could fly if they could get past their own mental blocks. AHA! I've stumbled on something here...I think a lot of 'grown ups' set up mental blocks around magic, they buy into some image of what a grown up should be...power suit and fancy title are the things to aspire to have, right? Crap, I went through a whole phase like, myself. I'm too big and grown up for (insert anything you like here)." ?
So here's to magic and silly giggly fizzy liquids. and by the way, we have no functioning clocks in the apartment now other than cell phone clocks. I hate being so dependent on that technology. What happens if there is a cell tower blackout? If the world ends, how will I tell the time?
This evening I went to a friend's birthday potluck picnic at a local park. I brought drinks and macaroni salad. When I say that I brought drinks, I should say that I brought a lot of drinks. When I was at the grocery store, they were having a Buy 2 get 2 free sale. So I got 8 2-liter bottles of various drinks (3 kinds of flavored fizzy water, 1 plain fizzy water, 2 root beers, 1 dr. pepper, and a ginger ale) and two bottles of berry lemonade. Is anyone thirsty? So at the picnic, we only opened one bottle of plain fizzy and one raspberry lemonade and made little fruity fizzy water drinks. I now have 7 unopened 2-liter bottles of fizzy liquid, one half-used fizzy bottle, an unopened strawberry lemonade, and a half-used raspberry lemonade. Um...what was I thinking?! I suppose I wasn't. I was thinking that I was thirsty, and it was really hot outside, and that there would be other hot, thirsty people wanting something nice and cool to drink, too.
Luckily, I have people coming over tomorrow night for our weekly dinner and movie night (K & J, don't bring drinks!)
ah, neurosis, what fun.
A friend's blog got me thinking about aspects of 'growing up' and how it is expected that magic and fantasy must disappear from our lives in order to be 'grown up'. Stupid cultural norms. Nobody wants to really give up magic. I had some good thoughts on this earlier, so I'm going to quote a piece of my comment on that blog
"Growing up doesn't mean realizing the magic isn't there...growing up can mean recognizing that a lot of magic is inside YOU, that you can create magic, that you can believe it, that you can choose to see it, that you can create it for others. ??Your own magic doesn't cease to exist because suddenly you're a grown up. Even in Peter Pan, grown ups could fly if they could get past their own mental blocks. AHA! I've stumbled on something here...I think a lot of 'grown ups' set up mental blocks around magic, they buy into some image of what a grown up should be...power suit and fancy title are the things to aspire to have, right? Crap, I went through a whole phase like, myself. I'm too big and grown up for (insert anything you like here)." ?
So here's to magic and silly giggly fizzy liquids. and by the way, we have no functioning clocks in the apartment now other than cell phone clocks. I hate being so dependent on that technology. What happens if there is a cell tower blackout? If the world ends, how will I tell the time?
Thursday, August 9, 2007
sleepy sleepy peep
i realized today that i am not taking super great care of me. i'm not taking bad care of me, just not great care. i'm wiped out and need to sleep more. i haven't been to the gym in ages. i have friends I want to call and talk to and blogs to read and comments to post and blogs to post and comments to read and i don't have the time. the next few days are about conscious reset, connecting with friends, connecting with me, and doing a little self-care and pampering.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
endings suck
so it is 9pm on saturday night, i'm at my work trying to schedule a meeting for monday or tuesday, but the server seems to be down on all my office building computers. strangely, wireless is working (after having no wireless in my building for the last 2 weeks). strangeness. Wireless at my apartment has disappeared, and right now, I'm just not willing to take on one more expense. Maybe in a few months when other spending is more regular I'll be willing, but right now it is the principle of the thing. I just won't. harumph. so blogging will be sporadic...not the end of the world.
This has been a week of a lot of goodbyes. My friend and found-cousin Paul left this week for the west coast. He and his wonderful partner T will be traveling for months, and may never permanently return to Boulder. I don't know when I'll see him again. He's one of my best friends and I miss him terribly already. Just knowing he's not up the street makes me sad. No more happy hours with him at the St. Ju or hangouts at his place staying up late into the night with the munchies and DVR.
Earlier this week, we met with and signed with our real estate agents. The house will be on the market next weekend. Today and Sunday we're garage sale-ing a ton of stuff at the longmont house. I got up at 5:15am today to get up to the house before the start of the 7am sale. I'll be doing same tomorrow. My gorgeous yellow room is being painted white.
I found out yesterday that one of my chickens, Stripe, died earlier this week.
We sold Brinca. She was picked up later in the afternoon by her new family. I started crying about 10 seconds after they pulled away. I went out to open a gate for the animals and ended up sitting down in the pen with my face in my hands sobbing. I've been crying on and off since. When doing evening chores, I went out into the big pasture with the girls and sat in the grass and talked to my animals and cried. I told them I was sorry for not being able to continue to care for them. I was sorry I wasn't going to be able to see the new baby, Kombucho, grow up. I was sorry I wouldn't be there for their entire lives like I thought I might be. Pokie is due in the fall, and her belly is getting bigger...I could see the baby moving and I talked to that unborn baby saying I was sorry that I might never get to meet it out in the world.
endings suck.
This has been a week of a lot of goodbyes. My friend and found-cousin Paul left this week for the west coast. He and his wonderful partner T will be traveling for months, and may never permanently return to Boulder. I don't know when I'll see him again. He's one of my best friends and I miss him terribly already. Just knowing he's not up the street makes me sad. No more happy hours with him at the St. Ju or hangouts at his place staying up late into the night with the munchies and DVR.
Earlier this week, we met with and signed with our real estate agents. The house will be on the market next weekend. Today and Sunday we're garage sale-ing a ton of stuff at the longmont house. I got up at 5:15am today to get up to the house before the start of the 7am sale. I'll be doing same tomorrow. My gorgeous yellow room is being painted white.
I found out yesterday that one of my chickens, Stripe, died earlier this week.
We sold Brinca. She was picked up later in the afternoon by her new family. I started crying about 10 seconds after they pulled away. I went out to open a gate for the animals and ended up sitting down in the pen with my face in my hands sobbing. I've been crying on and off since. When doing evening chores, I went out into the big pasture with the girls and sat in the grass and talked to my animals and cried. I told them I was sorry for not being able to continue to care for them. I was sorry I wasn't going to be able to see the new baby, Kombucho, grow up. I was sorry I wouldn't be there for their entire lives like I thought I might be. Pokie is due in the fall, and her belly is getting bigger...I could see the baby moving and I talked to that unborn baby saying I was sorry that I might never get to meet it out in the world.
endings suck.
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