Fireworks, thunder, and rain create this sweetness:
They feel better together. I adore them.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
My thumb is officially green (and purple) this year
For 15 years I've found it impossible to keep anything alive in the Arizona desert of my backyard.
Typically I plant flowers and stuff in February. By June everything is dead. Well, except aloe. Aloe must be kind of like a weed because it thrives here even if you don't do anything to help it (i.e., give it water). I can grow aloe! And my aloe blooms every few years. Big orange flowering stalks! Who knew?
Anyways, I've never had anything else survive longer than a few months, much less actually bloom.
Until today.
This purple (yes, purple!) guy bloomed today! And by the looks of those little pod things, more purple flowers are coming!
I have no clue what kind of plant this is. I am sure I bought it specifically because it said something about being able to survive harsh drought-like conditions (and had purple flowers!). I planted it last November. And today it bloomed!
Sure, it's petals are a little warped. I don't care. It bloomed!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
If you have a fear of the dentist, don't look!
The economy is bad right now. Really, really bad. But I hope no one is in a situation where they have to go to a dentist who advertises with spray paint and a big wooden board. Extractions? No thanks.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Winter Dreaming?
In 1994 I moved to Arizona as an 18 year old college student. And I'm still here. And I'm not sure why.
I finished college. I got a job. I bought a townhouse. I worked. I changed jobs twice within the same agency. I went back to school (and kept working). I earned my master's degree. And now? I work.
My life primarily consists of work, dreaming of winning the lottery, and (my very favorite part of my life) being a total homebody whenever possible and spending time with my girls Sophie, Sally, and Lucy.
I'm not sure I'm super happy. I don't think I'm miserable either. But I'm not where I want to be (mentally, physically, emotionally, geographically?). I'm not there yet. And I'm not sure where there is.
This last year has been a challenge, somehow inexplicably feeling more challenging than the three years that I was working full-time AND going to graduate school AND completing 20 hour a week internships. Don't get me wrong, that was an incredible challenge from which I am still trying to recover. But somehow, right now, things in my life feel a little unbalanced and feel a lot uncertain.
Sally suddenly became sick on May 9th, 2008. She was put to sleep that evening and my heart was broken (and it's still broken). Lucy has been sick forever it seems although she is finally responding to a new medication. And Sophie is Sophie; she's 14 now and going blind and has arthritis. Recent tests indicate she may have a type of cancer but she is not showing any symptoms yet.
I love parts of my job and I do not even kind of like some parts of my job. The state of Arizona recently lost our blue governor as she joined Obama's cabinet. She was replaced by a red governor who wasted little time completely destroying services and resources for the most vulnerable in our community: children, people with disabilities, the elderly, and low income families. These insane budget cuts have touched the lives of my clients and my agency. Friends have lost jobs. Children have lost much needed services. I still have a job but I've taken decreases in reimbursement and increases in caseload. So I'm working more and getting paid less. And I wasn't making that much to begin with.
Another thing that has me off balance is a completely random, bizarre, scary event that literally happened at my front door about a month ago. I don't feel like going into it all but to summarize, a mentally ill man showed up at my front door, said scary things, and had to be physically carried away by the police. And it turns out that he is a neighbor. Suddenly my safe, secure homebodyness is threatened by scary insecurity and I can't quite regain my balance.
I might move back to the midwest. But then I think that I might be crazy. I left as an 18 year old with teenage reasons for leaving. And now I'm a 32 year old thinking about moving back. But I just can't shake the feeling that I'm still running away from...something.
I finished college. I got a job. I bought a townhouse. I worked. I changed jobs twice within the same agency. I went back to school (and kept working). I earned my master's degree. And now? I work.
My life primarily consists of work, dreaming of winning the lottery, and (my very favorite part of my life) being a total homebody whenever possible and spending time with my girls Sophie, Sally, and Lucy.
I'm not sure I'm super happy. I don't think I'm miserable either. But I'm not where I want to be (mentally, physically, emotionally, geographically?). I'm not there yet. And I'm not sure where there is.
This last year has been a challenge, somehow inexplicably feeling more challenging than the three years that I was working full-time AND going to graduate school AND completing 20 hour a week internships. Don't get me wrong, that was an incredible challenge from which I am still trying to recover. But somehow, right now, things in my life feel a little unbalanced and feel a lot uncertain.
Sally suddenly became sick on May 9th, 2008. She was put to sleep that evening and my heart was broken (and it's still broken). Lucy has been sick forever it seems although she is finally responding to a new medication. And Sophie is Sophie; she's 14 now and going blind and has arthritis. Recent tests indicate she may have a type of cancer but she is not showing any symptoms yet.
I love parts of my job and I do not even kind of like some parts of my job. The state of Arizona recently lost our blue governor as she joined Obama's cabinet. She was replaced by a red governor who wasted little time completely destroying services and resources for the most vulnerable in our community: children, people with disabilities, the elderly, and low income families. These insane budget cuts have touched the lives of my clients and my agency. Friends have lost jobs. Children have lost much needed services. I still have a job but I've taken decreases in reimbursement and increases in caseload. So I'm working more and getting paid less. And I wasn't making that much to begin with.
Another thing that has me off balance is a completely random, bizarre, scary event that literally happened at my front door about a month ago. I don't feel like going into it all but to summarize, a mentally ill man showed up at my front door, said scary things, and had to be physically carried away by the police. And it turns out that he is a neighbor. Suddenly my safe, secure homebodyness is threatened by scary insecurity and I can't quite regain my balance.
I might move back to the midwest. But then I think that I might be crazy. I left as an 18 year old with teenage reasons for leaving. And now I'm a 32 year old thinking about moving back. But I just can't shake the feeling that I'm still running away from...something.
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