Monday, October 6, 2008
Buying a new car
Buying a new car is not all that much fun. In fact, I think a colonoscopy is more fun. At least you have the satisfaction of doing something positive for your health when you're done. And, you can eat solid food again. Car buying...no. You have the distinct feeling that people have lied to you. I just want to buy a car. Why do we have to engage in all the drama of bargaining?
Friday, October 3, 2008
Japanese toilets
I just googled Japanese toilets, Tucson, and all I got was blogs. I was sort of hoping I could do a little online shopping, just to find out how much one would cost. Why??? you ask. Well, they're rather, uh, nice. They provide a nice place to sleep, take care of business, and you leave the experience fresh as a daisy after a summer rain shower. There is also the option of "white noise" to mask any embarrassing other noises.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
August 14th
Several blogs ago, I talked about how my husband fainted. Exactly one week later, he was killed while crossing Tanque Verde Road with his bicycle.
Chucko used to fly in the AF. Once in a while, those planes would fall out of the air. As the wife of a flyer, I imagined the blue uniforms (euphemism for the squadron commander, etc) to with bad news. Blue uniforms did indeed come to the door, but they were from Tucson Police. A lot of stuff has been going through my mind the past 4 weeks so I am going use my blogs to record some of it.
You know when 2 police officers and some volunteers from Witness Protection come to the door that the news is bad. Albert Martinez, one of the volunteers was the one who told me. I still feel the shock in my upper arms. I walked around wanting Chuck to come back just to say goodbye. The house began to fill up with people. There were, besides Zoe and I, 19 friends who came to see us.
For the next several days I could hardly eat. I was hungry and I tried to eat, but I kept getting interrupted and then I lost interest. Cups of tea were poured for me, but they got cold before I could drink them. The phone rang, people came to the house, there were decisions and arrangements to be made. A couple of the family members were not as much supportive as they were high maintenance.
The visitation was a chance for people to come and pay their respects. A lot of them did. I had expected that it would be comforting to see people. And it was, but it was also hard work. I had to be on my feet and acting as a hostess. Sometimes I greeted people and wondered how I would carry on a conversation. Thankfully, about the time the casual talk started, others would arrive and I would start all over again. The time should have gone by quickly. It didn't.
Here's a thought about bodies. Chucko suffered some road rash on his face, so the guys at the funeral home used their makeup as putty to smooth things out. But the color was awful. It makes you wonder what sort of names are given to the shades of skin color. What was used on Chuck could be described as "cadaver taupe".
Personal space becomes a luxury. Hugs are great, but after so many, they become, well, cheap. The lenses in my glasses had so many cheek and nose prints I couldn't get them clean. I wasn't sure whether some people wanted a hug or a handshake. There was one couple who did a sort of double hug and talked to me for several minutes.
OK, that's enough for this post.
Chucko used to fly in the AF. Once in a while, those planes would fall out of the air. As the wife of a flyer, I imagined the blue uniforms (euphemism for the squadron commander, etc) to with bad news. Blue uniforms did indeed come to the door, but they were from Tucson Police. A lot of stuff has been going through my mind the past 4 weeks so I am going use my blogs to record some of it.
You know when 2 police officers and some volunteers from Witness Protection come to the door that the news is bad. Albert Martinez, one of the volunteers was the one who told me. I still feel the shock in my upper arms. I walked around wanting Chuck to come back just to say goodbye. The house began to fill up with people. There were, besides Zoe and I, 19 friends who came to see us.
For the next several days I could hardly eat. I was hungry and I tried to eat, but I kept getting interrupted and then I lost interest. Cups of tea were poured for me, but they got cold before I could drink them. The phone rang, people came to the house, there were decisions and arrangements to be made. A couple of the family members were not as much supportive as they were high maintenance.
The visitation was a chance for people to come and pay their respects. A lot of them did. I had expected that it would be comforting to see people. And it was, but it was also hard work. I had to be on my feet and acting as a hostess. Sometimes I greeted people and wondered how I would carry on a conversation. Thankfully, about the time the casual talk started, others would arrive and I would start all over again. The time should have gone by quickly. It didn't.
Here's a thought about bodies. Chucko suffered some road rash on his face, so the guys at the funeral home used their makeup as putty to smooth things out. But the color was awful. It makes you wonder what sort of names are given to the shades of skin color. What was used on Chuck could be described as "cadaver taupe".
Personal space becomes a luxury. Hugs are great, but after so many, they become, well, cheap. The lenses in my glasses had so many cheek and nose prints I couldn't get them clean. I wasn't sure whether some people wanted a hug or a handshake. There was one couple who did a sort of double hug and talked to me for several minutes.
OK, that's enough for this post.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Family Values II
Back to Sarah Pallin....
It seems that the people that she represents [moral majority, evangelical, right wing, right to life, do-gooders] pride themselves on their stance on abortion. Yet, they continue to vote against, by voting for Republican candidates, who do not advocate health care, public schools, keeping jobs in the US, etc. We applaud the fact that Bristol didn't have an abortion. But, I do not applaud the mother who used her infant son to cover up his sister's baby bump. Nor do I think much of a mother who thinks her own political career is more important than her daughter at this time. Will Bristol really get the support she needs as her mother campaigns and maybe becomes VP [gag!] Maybe Bristol wasn't getting the attention she needed as her mom juggled a pregnancy and her career.
So, have your baby and marry that boyfriend. Hope he has a job with health care.
It seems that the people that she represents [moral majority, evangelical, right wing, right to life, do-gooders] pride themselves on their stance on abortion. Yet, they continue to vote against, by voting for Republican candidates, who do not advocate health care, public schools, keeping jobs in the US, etc. We applaud the fact that Bristol didn't have an abortion. But, I do not applaud the mother who used her infant son to cover up his sister's baby bump. Nor do I think much of a mother who thinks her own political career is more important than her daughter at this time. Will Bristol really get the support she needs as her mother campaigns and maybe becomes VP [gag!] Maybe Bristol wasn't getting the attention she needed as her mom juggled a pregnancy and her career.
So, have your baby and marry that boyfriend. Hope he has a job with health care.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Family Values
The party that prides itself on family values has chosen Sarah Palin as its Vice Presidential candidate. I have just one teeny weeny little question.
WHAT KIND OF MOTHER WOULD DO THAT HER DAUGHTER!!!!
She has a high profile job as a governor, yet subjects her pregnant child to this kind of public scrutiny. How did this girl feel when she had to hold her baby brother to cover up her own baby bump? Is the "baby daddy" going to stay with the daughter while the rest of us are subjected to truth and lies in the tabloids and the likes of the "Insider"? Let's just jinx a teenage marriage before it gets off to a rocky start.
WHAT KIND OF MOTHER WOULD DO THAT HER DAUGHTER!!!!
She has a high profile job as a governor, yet subjects her pregnant child to this kind of public scrutiny. How did this girl feel when she had to hold her baby brother to cover up her own baby bump? Is the "baby daddy" going to stay with the daughter while the rest of us are subjected to truth and lies in the tabloids and the likes of the "Insider"? Let's just jinx a teenage marriage before it gets off to a rocky start.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Cause for Concern
Last night Chuck got up to go to bed and had a leg cramp. He suddenly felt really thirsty and the need for something sweet. He limped off to the shower making moaning noises. I'm not sure exactly what I heard, but I do know that he made a different noise and it didn't sound good. I rushed to the bathroom and found him on the floor. Apparently he fainted and fell out of the shower. Thankfully, he didn't get hurt. Also, he has an appointment with the cardiologist today.
Left out a few things
My reader called me on leaving out my love of making stuff. Only a slight oversight. I'm not faking. Love finding puzzle pieces and CM photo splits covers on the floor.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I should probably write something so that my reader doesn't start complaining again. Here's a short list of stuff I like:
1. Books that come in a series, like Harry Potter and LOTR.
2. Friends. OK> Most of us have friends, but I have had times when I didn't and it was lonely.
3. Photos of Ronan and Max.
4. The smell of the desert after it rains.
5. Catching a glimpse of one of our local critters. Even the ones that make a mess. Except for the ones with fangs.
6. The color of the sky in fall. It's a special shade of blue.
7. La dolce vita. Not Fellini, but the concept. Making sure there is always time to appreciate the blessings you have, like sitting down to a home cooked meal with family and friends.
More later. I know you can't wait.
1. Books that come in a series, like Harry Potter and LOTR.
2. Friends. OK> Most of us have friends, but I have had times when I didn't and it was lonely.
3. Photos of Ronan and Max.
4. The smell of the desert after it rains.
5. Catching a glimpse of one of our local critters. Even the ones that make a mess. Except for the ones with fangs.
6. The color of the sky in fall. It's a special shade of blue.
7. La dolce vita. Not Fellini, but the concept. Making sure there is always time to appreciate the blessings you have, like sitting down to a home cooked meal with family and friends.
More later. I know you can't wait.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Javelina Update
Sunday morning on our way to church, we stopped to let a family cross near the 6th hole. There were six adults and 2 babies.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Hooligan Javelinas
We moved to Tucson about 8 years ago and live on the far northeast side of town. We get to see lots of wildlife here. There are quail, roadrunners, snakes, gila monsters, coyotes and even deer.
For the benefit of readers who aren't familiar with javelinas, here's the run down. Javelina is pronounced (pay attention, Martha Stewart) HA-velina, not JA-velina. While these animals look like wild boar, they are peccaries and not swine. Apparently they are good eating, but I can't say from personal experience. They are wild animals and like coyotes, you don't really want to tangle with them, raise them as pets, etc. But, when people live in their habitat, there are going to be clashes. Our friends, the Knapps, live on the West side of town. They have had trouble with javelinas trying to get into their trash cans. The javelinas run into them trying to tip them over for a snack. What the animals can't figure out is that the humans have fixed a place to put their trash cans so that they are tip proof. Still, the determined javelinas boldly bash in the wee hours of the night trying to get that elusive trash nosh. One night, Dave armed himself with a pistol, a sword and a flashlight (do optical engineers have more than 2 arms?), then went outside to do battle with the hooligans. He hollared and that scared them off. However, I can't help but think what would've happened if he had discharged his firearm. The police would have been called and if it was a slow news day, the incident could have made the paper. "Raytheon engineer, Dr. David Knapp, was arrested following an incident involving a small herd of unarmed javelinas......."
We lived here for 4 years before I saw any javelinas outside the Desert Museum. Recently, I went out to get the morning paper and found the contents of our big bin strewn across the driveway. About a week later there was a ring of the doorbell one evening. It was the night before trash day and I had put out our stuff. One of our neighbors had been pursuing a gang of javelina up the street and wanted to let me know that they had knocked over the trash bin. Thankfully, the neighbor had discouraged them from making an inventory of the contents, so I didn't have a mess to clean up. However, just up the street, was a big javelina running off to catch up with the others. Right on my street! A few days later Zoe reported having to walk past a javelina relaxing by our garage door. We can always tell when they've been there because the gravel has been strewn across the cement where they've wallored.
I think I can live with the javelinas. Snakes are another story.
For the benefit of readers who aren't familiar with javelinas, here's the run down. Javelina is pronounced (pay attention, Martha Stewart) HA-velina, not JA-velina. While these animals look like wild boar, they are peccaries and not swine. Apparently they are good eating, but I can't say from personal experience. They are wild animals and like coyotes, you don't really want to tangle with them, raise them as pets, etc. But, when people live in their habitat, there are going to be clashes. Our friends, the Knapps, live on the West side of town. They have had trouble with javelinas trying to get into their trash cans. The javelinas run into them trying to tip them over for a snack. What the animals can't figure out is that the humans have fixed a place to put their trash cans so that they are tip proof. Still, the determined javelinas boldly bash in the wee hours of the night trying to get that elusive trash nosh. One night, Dave armed himself with a pistol, a sword and a flashlight (do optical engineers have more than 2 arms?), then went outside to do battle with the hooligans. He hollared and that scared them off. However, I can't help but think what would've happened if he had discharged his firearm. The police would have been called and if it was a slow news day, the incident could have made the paper. "Raytheon engineer, Dr. David Knapp, was arrested following an incident involving a small herd of unarmed javelinas......."
We lived here for 4 years before I saw any javelinas outside the Desert Museum. Recently, I went out to get the morning paper and found the contents of our big bin strewn across the driveway. About a week later there was a ring of the doorbell one evening. It was the night before trash day and I had put out our stuff. One of our neighbors had been pursuing a gang of javelina up the street and wanted to let me know that they had knocked over the trash bin. Thankfully, the neighbor had discouraged them from making an inventory of the contents, so I didn't have a mess to clean up. However, just up the street, was a big javelina running off to catch up with the others. Right on my street! A few days later Zoe reported having to walk past a javelina relaxing by our garage door. We can always tell when they've been there because the gravel has been strewn across the cement where they've wallored.
I think I can live with the javelinas. Snakes are another story.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Raza Studies Summer Institute
I kept out of trouble this past week by attending the Raza Studies Institute. Tucson Unified Schools is the only school district in the US that has Raza Studies for K-12. This is the 10th year. While concentrating in schools with a high Mexican American enrollment, all students are welcome to participate in the classes. One of the best aspects of the class is the emphasis on critical thinking. Instead of just learning names and dates, students explore the why. They are encouraged to use their learning skils to make changes in their community.
This change scares a lot of people. Notably, the Arizona Superintendent of Education, Tom Horne. He is so frightened by it that he won't visit the classes to talk to the students, despite repeated invitations. On his last visit to Tucson to attack, he held a press conference on the sidewalk OUTSIDE the building where the ethnic studies are headquartered. Need I say more?
This change scares a lot of people. Notably, the Arizona Superintendent of Education, Tom Horne. He is so frightened by it that he won't visit the classes to talk to the students, despite repeated invitations. On his last visit to Tucson to attack, he held a press conference on the sidewalk OUTSIDE the building where the ethnic studies are headquartered. Need I say more?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Equal to the sum of the parts
I just finished taking ED P 541, which here at the University of Arizona is Qualitative Research (or Statistics for Educators). I was warned not to try to do this in a 5 week summer session, but I thought it would be best to take when I didn't have other classes. What I didn't figure on was how difficult it would be for me to mentally process the information. I thought if I worked on it in the morning before class, then for an hour or so after class, I could do it.
The truth of statistics is that the math is easy. Especially with a calculator. Of course, I think it's unfair that they didn't have them when I was a kid. (BTW, does anyone know how that memory thing works?) The difficulty lies in knowing what to do, how to do and when to do it. There are letters. There are letters from not one, but two different alphabets. There are little letters below and to the right side of bigger letters. There are fractions and decimals in the same equations. I encountered curves with one and two tails. The one tailed curves look like whales. I had to determine if I wanted to reject the null or retain it. Isn't null....like.... nothing? How can you reject a nothing? There were tables to fill out and tables in the back of the book labeled by single letters like z, t and q. It wasn't just a whole new world. It was a different planet. Maybe a different reality.
So, after a day spent learning about ANOVA (What year? How much mileage? Hard top or convertable?) and whether they had one or two tails, I found I just couldn't spend my evenings with my face in the textbook. I'd had enough of the Ho: and the Hi: for one day. As the days grew into weeks and I was more and more confused, my back began to ache and my stomach was upset. I dreamed I was trapped in a square root bracket and had to explain a phi correlation in order to get out. The next night I dreamed I was swallowed by a one tailed ANOVA.
The class is over. I've handed in my last attempt at an exam. I gave it my best shot. I'll be taking it again in the fall semester, but hopefully I'll learn enough to pass. If not, maybe I can transfer to Hogwarts.
The truth of statistics is that the math is easy. Especially with a calculator. Of course, I think it's unfair that they didn't have them when I was a kid. (BTW, does anyone know how that memory thing works?) The difficulty lies in knowing what to do, how to do and when to do it. There are letters. There are letters from not one, but two different alphabets. There are little letters below and to the right side of bigger letters. There are fractions and decimals in the same equations. I encountered curves with one and two tails. The one tailed curves look like whales. I had to determine if I wanted to reject the null or retain it. Isn't null....like.... nothing? How can you reject a nothing? There were tables to fill out and tables in the back of the book labeled by single letters like z, t and q. It wasn't just a whole new world. It was a different planet. Maybe a different reality.
So, after a day spent learning about ANOVA (What year? How much mileage? Hard top or convertable?) and whether they had one or two tails, I found I just couldn't spend my evenings with my face in the textbook. I'd had enough of the Ho: and the Hi: for one day. As the days grew into weeks and I was more and more confused, my back began to ache and my stomach was upset. I dreamed I was trapped in a square root bracket and had to explain a phi correlation in order to get out. The next night I dreamed I was swallowed by a one tailed ANOVA.
The class is over. I've handed in my last attempt at an exam. I gave it my best shot. I'll be taking it again in the fall semester, but hopefully I'll learn enough to pass. If not, maybe I can transfer to Hogwarts.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monsoon Season
My reader gave up on me with this blog and hasn't mentioned it in some time. She's almost talked me into joining the Desert Tones. I think this is a group of old ladies who sing together. Maybe it will be good for me.
I am taking statistics this summer and looking for a fat F when all is said and done. I'm working on it. I even have help. But, it's too much for me to process in 4 weeks.
I'm enjoying the rain. There was a nice double rainbow this evening as it began to clear.
I am taking statistics this summer and looking for a fat F when all is said and done. I'm working on it. I even have help. But, it's too much for me to process in 4 weeks.
I'm enjoying the rain. There was a nice double rainbow this evening as it began to clear.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I have had a complaint from my reader that I have not been writing on my blog. Maybe it's because I have been sick. Maybe it's been all the writing I have to do for my courses. I don't know. Just haven't had a lot of time.
Zoe, my baby, came home from 9 months living in Firenze [Florence], Italy. She had a very good time and is currently trying to figure out how to get back. We're just enjoying having her home. Although, I wish she would not try to drive my car like it's a Ferrari.
I had friends over Friday night to crop. We cropped indeed. I got quite a few pages done. I am hopeful that I will finish volume 3 of our trip to SE Asia this summer. Also, it was just fun to hang out with my friends. Zoe made an Italian meal for us. It was very good. Carrie came over Saturday for dinner and more cropping.
Now for the final push for the end of the semester.
Zoe, my baby, came home from 9 months living in Firenze [Florence], Italy. She had a very good time and is currently trying to figure out how to get back. We're just enjoying having her home. Although, I wish she would not try to drive my car like it's a Ferrari.
I had friends over Friday night to crop. We cropped indeed. I got quite a few pages done. I am hopeful that I will finish volume 3 of our trip to SE Asia this summer. Also, it was just fun to hang out with my friends. Zoe made an Italian meal for us. It was very good. Carrie came over Saturday for dinner and more cropping.
Now for the final push for the end of the semester.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Flu
I've been home with the flu for about a week now. I told myself I wasn't going to have the flu, but here I am with a glass of water and a box of tissues.
Water. It's really tasty stuff. It's been my beverage of choice, especially when everything was tasting funky. But, water. It just has a wonderful, lovely taste. The more you drink, the more you want.
My glass is empty. Gotta go.
Water. It's really tasty stuff. It's been my beverage of choice, especially when everything was tasting funky. But, water. It just has a wonderful, lovely taste. The more you drink, the more you want.
My glass is empty. Gotta go.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I commemorated Super Tuesday by voting the primary. I had decided to cast my ballot for Obama after reading about his view on immigration and listening to Michelle give a speech on CSPAN. I like Hillary very much. I think she's been badly treated by the press and anyone who doesn't approve of a First Lady who speaks her mind.
On Tuesday I felt I was making a considered decision based on facts. I bellied up to the booth to fill in the circle with the felt tipped pen. Then let it ride into the ballot box. Then, for some reason, I got choked up. I had not anticipated this vote would cause me to tear up, but it did. I was born the year that Rosa Parks took her seat on the bus. I grew up with civil rights and my life has been very different as a result. Yet, who knew when the day would come when I would get to vote for an African American candidate?
Tearing up was probably the most appropriate thing to do.
T.
On Tuesday I felt I was making a considered decision based on facts. I bellied up to the booth to fill in the circle with the felt tipped pen. Then let it ride into the ballot box. Then, for some reason, I got choked up. I had not anticipated this vote would cause me to tear up, but it did. I was born the year that Rosa Parks took her seat on the bus. I grew up with civil rights and my life has been very different as a result. Yet, who knew when the day would come when I would get to vote for an African American candidate?
Tearing up was probably the most appropriate thing to do.
T.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Academy Awards
All I have to say is that Russell Crowe, Christian Bale and the "Yuma" cinematographer were robbed. Let's put Denzel Washington on that list, too. Different film, great performance.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I'm Going to Ghana!
I'm going to Ghana! Late last year, Jessica and Alayna asked me if I would like to be part of their 5 year project to bring the curriculum at the Academy of Hope up to National Standards. They sited several reasons why I would be useful ending with "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're older."
The Academy of Hope is the school for the children who live at the Village of Hope, an orphanage, in Fetteh, Ghana. The elders at the church of Christ in Tema oversee the work of the orphanage. Different groups in the US send doctors, dentists, builders, et al, to support the work with their skills. Jessica and Alayna went last summer for a couple of weeks to work on mathematics and found that the other content areas are also in need of some work. Notably science. Children in Ghana do not study science until the fourth grade. At that time they learn how to tend their gardens and chickens. Jessica and Alayna were able to obtain a telescope and held beginning astronomy lessons outside, under the moon and stars.
Another area of need is English language instruction. Ghana is a country with many languages. Many, many, many languages! Since it is a former British colony, English has become the unifying language of the land. Children come to the Village of Hope speaking one of the Ghanaian languages, but have to learn English so they can do their lessons in school. I have long been a proponent of teaching children to read in their mother tongue, then English. However, at Hope Academy, that is a luxury that cannot be accommodated. The teachers do not speak all the languages of their students and can only teach them in English.
There is a lot to learn before I go, where I know I will learn even more. I just pray that I can leave them with some new methods to use with the children that will help. I have seen photos of the children and look forward to meeting them. Especially Winnie. More on her later.
I have a lot of planning to do with Jessica. We will "meet" with Alayna via Skype as she has already arrived to spend several months at the Village of Hope. Pray for her work, our preparation and our fund raising efforts.
The Academy of Hope is the school for the children who live at the Village of Hope, an orphanage, in Fetteh, Ghana. The elders at the church of Christ in Tema oversee the work of the orphanage. Different groups in the US send doctors, dentists, builders, et al, to support the work with their skills. Jessica and Alayna went last summer for a couple of weeks to work on mathematics and found that the other content areas are also in need of some work. Notably science. Children in Ghana do not study science until the fourth grade. At that time they learn how to tend their gardens and chickens. Jessica and Alayna were able to obtain a telescope and held beginning astronomy lessons outside, under the moon and stars.
Another area of need is English language instruction. Ghana is a country with many languages. Many, many, many languages! Since it is a former British colony, English has become the unifying language of the land. Children come to the Village of Hope speaking one of the Ghanaian languages, but have to learn English so they can do their lessons in school. I have long been a proponent of teaching children to read in their mother tongue, then English. However, at Hope Academy, that is a luxury that cannot be accommodated. The teachers do not speak all the languages of their students and can only teach them in English.
There is a lot to learn before I go, where I know I will learn even more. I just pray that I can leave them with some new methods to use with the children that will help. I have seen photos of the children and look forward to meeting them. Especially Winnie. More on her later.
I have a lot of planning to do with Jessica. We will "meet" with Alayna via Skype as she has already arrived to spend several months at the Village of Hope. Pray for her work, our preparation and our fund raising efforts.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
New Year
The Feast of the Epiphany is here and time to take down the boughs of holly and other assorted stuff that has been fun to look at the past few weeks. I will remove all the bits and bobs, but will keep the big tree up in the corner because it is heavy and we have a hard time finding the connection plugs. I purchased some bird ornaments to put on it that look like they will do for the rest of the year.
La Bufana arrives on her Testa Rosa broom. She brings giocchi e dulce to all the good bimbi in Italia. After her arrival, everyone goes back to work. I get a few more days until I start slogging away at the University. This is my last semester of coursework. I will have to take one last class in the summer session, but it will be the last. In the fall I look forward to writing my proposal and taking comps.
Outside of school, I've been asked to help with an education mission to Ghana. Because of the last class, I may not get to go with the team, but I will help them out with the work they plan to do in May. It's also been assumed that I will help get a scrapbooking group started at church as an outreach/encouragement project. Those who have assumed know me and I look forward to being part of the fun.
It will be a busy year.
La Bufana arrives on her Testa Rosa broom. She brings giocchi e dulce to all the good bimbi in Italia. After her arrival, everyone goes back to work. I get a few more days until I start slogging away at the University. This is my last semester of coursework. I will have to take one last class in the summer session, but it will be the last. In the fall I look forward to writing my proposal and taking comps.
Outside of school, I've been asked to help with an education mission to Ghana. Because of the last class, I may not get to go with the team, but I will help them out with the work they plan to do in May. It's also been assumed that I will help get a scrapbooking group started at church as an outreach/encouragement project. Those who have assumed know me and I look forward to being part of the fun.
It will be a busy year.
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