I have an ENTIRE pie.

Oooh, what kind? Boysenberry?

I haven't made a real difference in the world.

I beg to differ. You seem to not quite understand that you held my mind together when I sincerely thought I was going to be completely financially fucked for years. If you hadn't stepped in, I would have bought another car, and plunged myself into an enormous financial sinkhole. You saved me from complete misery, simply by saying, "this will be fixed and I can help you."

It made a hella difference to me, and I'm in the world.

Are you keeping one of them in a box? (I know Skinner didn't really keep his daughter in a Skinner box, but I couldn't resist.)

He did keep her in a sort of a box. Actually it was a crib with plexiglass walls (he thought it would be easy to clean) with a cloth floor set up on rollers like an old fashioned gas station cloth towel dispenser (when the baby pees on the floor, you just roll out a clean dry expanse of floor). But it was really just a crib with a sheet on rollers, transformed into a Skinner box by the popular imagination.

At the time, Skinner and his family lived about four blocks from the house where I live now.

I hope my directions to Pasadena were good.

I'm back at Kristin’s now. Your directions made perfect sense, even the part where I had to do that zig-zag thing.

I had pecan pie, and it was good.

He did keep her in a sort of a box.

She did not, however, have to push a button to get food.

I feel like there's something DEEPLY, severely wrong with me that I don't want kids. I really want to WANT them; I feel like I should be wanting them so I have the large brood to gather around my deathbed, etc., etc., but -- I have zero urge to have a kid. None.

Me too. Never have. When Tom and I first got together and my sister was having babies and all that, I explored the possibility of maybe wanting kids? And after a few months of that, I knew... not so much.

My cats are my babies, and I don't even care how crazy that sounds!

Oh, Maria. Listen to the very wise Buffistae, for they have many smart things to say. But something Hec said especially resonated with me:

Which was that I was stuck because I was holding on to an idea of myself and my life that wasn't true anymore. The reason I was stuck was because I wasn't letting go of the past and choosing something new. I was the thing that was making me stuck. My expectations.

It's so tough (and I am still working on it) but I think it's true.

Oh Maria, This has been an absolute shit-hole year. I do hope that things get brighter for you.

I have words, but they won't form right. I came off a long stuck spell by fairly ordinary means. Stuck was reconciling that I am not an ambitious go-getter. Stuck was that I cannot define myself by my career, or even my intellect. Stuck was hiding something somewhere. Stuck was..stuck. And then I burned down that house with a series of uncharacteristic kinda rash changes in path.

I'm ridiculously happy now. And a lot of it is stuff that is not extraordinary. It's answering the phone when a neighbor needs talking down on 95 in a rainstorm and idiot driving. It's being the emergency shower-provider when the bathroom is being painted or the power is out/catsitter/babysitter when a husband throws a clot and is in the hospital. It's letting them help me, and me knowing to ask when they don't know to offer because I haven't mentioned it. It's taking up the offer of a free dinner despite the fact I'm in a really foul mood. And that it jostles me out of that mood.

I don't know what the fuck my career path is. I'll never be my father or my mother, careerwise. Despite his assertions to the contrary, I'll never have my brother's drive or whatever it is. What feeds me? Honest to god, this introvert says being a part of a close community. Feeding it and letting it feed me.

Once upon a time, I dreamed of joining the FS and service orgs and all that. While worthy, that's not something I excel at. I'm a (I hope) a good friend and neighbor and teen mentor. Doesn't pay much, but I've got a sideline that keeps me able to be that.

She did not, however, have to push a button to get food.

No, she did not.

There is an urban myth out there that Skinner's daughter grew up psychotic or disturbed or something. But, in fact, she is a smart, funny, woman who is beloved by everyone who knows her.

Sinner was very funny as well. Very dry sense of humor.

Aww... sara, your post is beautiful!

I volunteered at the hospital tonight and stopped at Bristol Farms to get Hatch chiles. I also got some cream cheese with chile spread and crackers. I gobbled that up. K looked at me and said, "We need to go buy more of this before its gone." I told her we had to save a bag for sara.

Today has been a hectic day. I have to get my syllabus in order and ready to copy. I should also go set up my classroom. Do not want to go in!