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Ahhh rafting on the Rio Grande. My beautiful (and very healthy, I used spf 45) tan. Road tripping with friends and sleeping on the kitchen floor. The life of the pseudo-unemployed. (Pseudo because less than 12 hours after I was officially unemployed I was offered another job that starts sometime next month. It's awesome and less than 2 miles from my house. I can walk. And I won't have a boss, and I get to sort through, clean, catalog, and archive lots of old Native American artifacts. And I really hope it doesn't fall through). Life is good.

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Sometimes I love my family. Like this morning when I was sad about stepping on a beetle. There was no derision. Sympathy and a sage, "Chant Hare Krishna for its soul." Then the rafting trip from hell where I was literally the ONLY ONE to make it downriver to the pick up place. I had to get the van to drive back on the road along the river and pick up bedraggled infuriated Cubans. Oh, and the Spanish is driving me insane, I have to improve. I have entire conversations about basil only to discover it's really about politics. Warning slight complaint to follow: I don't speak Spanish, like a sort of Spanglish but really, no Spanish. So when you snap something to me and I stare at you blankly, please don't be disgusted with me. Just bestir yourself to speak English. I'm trying.