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May. 4th, 2010 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
8hyenasI'm terrible at this blogging thing. I guess this is an entry for the three people still reading my sporadic entries.
Job. Thank God. It's temporary, which is sort of nice. I'm working with the Census and it's great. I love talking to people, asking nosy questions and driving for miles in the backwoods looking for houses. However, it's looking like 11 hour days every day of the week, weekends included.
My garden. It's lovely. And my potted plants are multiplying and I have an addiction to them. I don't mind.
Jonah got kicked out of obedience class. The teacher called her "retarded" and strongly suggested we return to another, later, session. My anger was great. (Jonah is a lovely, intelligent, dog who is simply shy. Not retarded.
The first weekend in June I'm flying back to Seattle and an awesome friend (who is currently suffering through finals and should NOT be reading this) and I are going camping in Olympic National Park. It's going to be great. I'm really, really excited.
The first week of July I'm hoping (it's too far away to be finalized yet) that another friend can use my frequent flier miles (mythical things that they are) and fly out to spend July with me. Either way if I'm not working (a scary likelihood) I'm going to drive out to the Rainbow Family and camp with them for a while. I actually have people willing to go with me. One is even male. My life is getting better :)
Ummm...
I'm really sleepy but can't go to bed yet because it isn't dark and Jonah refuses to sleep if it's not dark. This dog has me wrapped around her delicate yet sturdy paw. She also has a horse skull, a cow leg bone, half a rabbit, an armadillo shell, and a meaningful connection to a log. She's amazing.
What's also amazing. Old, old friends from age ten that text you to remind you that their door is always open if you want to show up. And they actually mean it. Thanks, Heather.
Goodnight world.
Job. Thank God. It's temporary, which is sort of nice. I'm working with the Census and it's great. I love talking to people, asking nosy questions and driving for miles in the backwoods looking for houses. However, it's looking like 11 hour days every day of the week, weekends included.
My garden. It's lovely. And my potted plants are multiplying and I have an addiction to them. I don't mind.
Jonah got kicked out of obedience class. The teacher called her "retarded" and strongly suggested we return to another, later, session. My anger was great. (Jonah is a lovely, intelligent, dog who is simply shy. Not retarded.
The first weekend in June I'm flying back to Seattle and an awesome friend (who is currently suffering through finals and should NOT be reading this) and I are going camping in Olympic National Park. It's going to be great. I'm really, really excited.
The first week of July I'm hoping (it's too far away to be finalized yet) that another friend can use my frequent flier miles (mythical things that they are) and fly out to spend July with me. Either way if I'm not working (a scary likelihood) I'm going to drive out to the Rainbow Family and camp with them for a while. I actually have people willing to go with me. One is even male. My life is getting better :)
Ummm...
I'm really sleepy but can't go to bed yet because it isn't dark and Jonah refuses to sleep if it's not dark. This dog has me wrapped around her delicate yet sturdy paw. She also has a horse skull, a cow leg bone, half a rabbit, an armadillo shell, and a meaningful connection to a log. She's amazing.
What's also amazing. Old, old friends from age ten that text you to remind you that their door is always open if you want to show up. And they actually mean it. Thanks, Heather.
Goodnight world.
