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n early (well, earlier)
night, with an interruption on nostril pain from girl. Wish I could do something to help..but…. When I was a kid, I’d have bronchitis or
pneumonia or whatever. I’d figure out a
way to sleep that made the pain bearable: stack pillows and sleep sitting up or
something. I suggested
she blow her nose and sleep on the other side, to relieve sinus pressure. Up and my yesterday
started all over again, when I kept pushing the wrong buttons on the DVD, but
eventually, I managed and chandra namaskar was music only. I got lost several times, but it was a good
thing.
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usic this morning was the type of music they play in a drama
just as the main character discovers that life isn’t working in its current
direction and something has to be changed immediately. It was quite apropos, considering. I am aware.
I realize I react, at least via writing,
to occurrences I deem unsuitable.
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fter work, I headed to a “store” where I needed to pick up
medication. I wanted to pick up a bag of
quinoa as I ran out this morning, but found not one bag. It isn’t carried
there. However, there are aisles of
pre-packaged, prepared foods (much of it frozen). Aisles of “nutritional” supplements, diabetic
socks, weight-loss “aids”, even 2 wheelchairs you could choose from. Humph.
Lots of ‘after-care” …very little
preventative. Gotta create customers…right?
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eeting for Ethan at his school with his teachers and the Dean
of Students and I think it ended fairly well.
Wish I knew that magic way to make him enjoy school. After the meeting, I announced to Larry that the kids and I are moving to Malaysia. Of course, he understood. Sadly when I got home I wasn’t able to see
any positions open other than IT and I doubt my newly found ability to use Drop
Caps is what the position entails. In a sub-comatose motion, I successfully
landed on the bed in only my undergarments (I wore a short skirt today. It’s called “compromise”), in case there was
a knock at the door. Upon waking up, I
wondered why under garments would’ve made the difference. I forgot about my
Matzo ball soup and had thawing sole, green beans and quinoa. I need to check out Winco prices, because
seriously? $14.00 for 4 cups of quinoa
is a bit much.
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was thinking (duh)
about careers the other day. I have
NEVER found a job where I have thought – “this is a great job! I can do this for the rest of my life!” There has been an intrinsic need to go
farther, do more, be more. This worried
me a bit because I wonder if I will ever find a job where I can work until
retirement…or will I continue to move, change, grow? Yesterday’s check-stub showed me how I have
rescinded my pay in order to go “further.”
Thus, I am , once again..stuck.
Would I go to Malaysia to teach, if hired? What about my Masters? Do I just finish it and get the hell to
Switzerland? Or get licensed first? Somebody stop my brain, please.
Pictures: The grapes in our backyard. They are sweet and delicious. Thanks, Tricia! The pan Mags burnt making caramel is juuuussst about clean, after several months. After all, cooking is a process. Finishing the day off with a hot Thai tea with milk, a gift from Paula at work. Thank you <3
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