~ma for TCG's family.
Oh my god, guys, I am going to New Orleans! (forgive me if this is a zillionth time hearing about it because of FB squee-age.) Smonster linked a while back to Historic Green and it's been on my mind for a while...
Then yesterday I found out I didn't get a job I'd been hoping for, but instead of getting mopey and pissed, I decided it meant that I was able to take a vacation next month and go help rebuild in the Lower Ninth Ward! So... flash to less than 24 hours later, I have registered, gotten a plane ticket, and booked a hotel.
I am so excited about this I don't even know what to do with myself. The opportunity's just been haunting me ever since I became aware of it, and especially on the heels of a couple seriously self-indulgent holidays, I am overjoyed to go and put my time and sweat into a project that needs help and that I believe in. Also, it sounds hella fun. Also, SMONSTER! How is this not the awesomest?
Nora, that is the coolest thing ever!!! It sounds like so much fun! I'm a bit jealous and wish I could go with you.
Yay, Nora! That's a wonderful thing for you to do with your vacation time.
yay Nora.
sorry, Hil
ma ~~ for tcg's grandmother and Bobby.
{{Sean}}
Nora, how cool!
Laura, I've got my fingers crossed for Bobby.
Considering that we came from a so-called "good" district in Florida with a vast majority of the families being well-to-do, yet they couldn't muster this kind of activity for the kids, while this one is a far more balanced school district, with families from all over the spectrum, you can only imagine how over the moon I am.
Dontcha love the constant affirmation that this move was The Best Idea EVAR? That's so cool!
Well, I just finished the last caffeine I'm allowed to have till about noon tomorrow. I've got a thallium heart test tomorrow because they found unpleasant enzymes in my last blood work. Joy. Do Not Want.
It's better to know what's going on, Connie. (And remind me I said that when my first heart attack/blockage/baboon heart transplant rolls around, please.)
So, instead of getting dressed and going to my office to get writing stuff after my interview, I ended up taking a nap. I really don't feel like going out now. Writing can wait one more day, I guess.
(And remind me I said that when my first heart attack/blockage/baboon heart transplant rolls around, please.)
I'm just hoping I'm working from my maternal genes and not my paternal ones. My mom's side creaks along until they keel over in their 80s, whereas my father's side seizes up in their 60s.
Oh Laura- I've got my fingers crossed that tests come back with some answers. ACTIONABLE answers.
Good luck tomorrow, Connie.
Lots of diagnosis~ma and health~ma for Connie and Bobby.
{{{Sean}}} I read about the closure in one of the local newspapers over the weekend--I don't think you and I even talked about it, but I remembered that you'd worked there and of course I know its long and lovely history and my heart just sank for you and everyone in the community.
The entire state is just hemorrhaging richly storied, historic theatres and it's heartbreaking (I especially hate that time and money constraints have meant that I haven't acted in or seen a single show in a live theatre since 2003--not that my measly presence or $8 sliding scale ticket would have made a difference to any of them, but I still feel guilty).
