My condolences, Maria.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I found a really cool yarn and fabric store today. I'd driven by it before, and today, when I was trying to think of something to do indoors, since it was almost 100 degrees outside, I remembered that store and figured I'd go take a look. Turns out they've got a ton of really neat yarn and fabrics, and the woman who owns it is nice.
Then, on the way home, I took a wrong turn and ended up having to drive over a mountain with lots of twisty turns before finding anywhere that I could turn around. So that was interesting, if a bit nerve-wracking.
Oh Maria, I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Barb, you poor thing. I hope it turns out to be not as bad as they think.
Oh, no, Barb. I hope it all gets cleaned up with a minimum of fuss and bother. And money.
I went to the farmer's market early, where I got a ton of yum: the last of the asparagus, tomatoes, a cuke, snap peas, lettuce.
I'm seeing a salmon salad on the lettuce, tabbouleh with the cuke and tomatoes, and mint from my garden.
And pasta with chicken, mushrooms, tomatoes, snap peas and a few asparagus tips.
Then I wrote for couple of hours, and developed a tremendous headache. I lay down for a bit after taking some aspirin, and fell asleep for two hours.
I am not a napper, but my headache's better.
Hil, that would have put me on edge. I hate taking a wrong turn when driving, never mind on mountain roads.
Hi, Pix! Are you officially on summer vacation?
I am! ...except that I found out this morning I have to go through about 50 resumes, widdle down the pile, have initial phone interviews, and schedule final interviews with the best candidates for the US intern position (because s/he will be teaching one section of 9th or 10th English). So maybe after next week.
I am really frustrated with my continued sadness. Coupled with stress from house stuff and money stuff and organizing a fundraiser and work stuff.
I just miss my Grandma and I just want to run away and hide.
Which is weird, because now I live in the place where I would run to and hide in.
I am! ...except that I found out this morning I have to go through about 50 resumes, widdle down the pile, have initial phone interviews, and schedule final interviews with the best candidates for the US intern position (because s/he will be teaching one section of 9th or 10th English). So maybe after next week.
Well, good luck getting that done quickly so that you can relax!
{{{{{Nora}}}}}
Is an intern like a student teacher or what, pix?
Thanks, sj. I just can't shake this sadness. It's affecting everything I try to do.
It's not LOGICAL. She was 94, I hadn't seen her since September, we were all expecting it. She hadn't been all there for months, I haven't been able to connect with her since last summer. I shouldn't be so morose.