crazy days.

The most ironic thing I heard today is that there exists a school called McPhail. Really? Who wants to go there?

Lisa left today. I miss her already.

Dee came back yesterday. I think she's part nymph. She hung a tree in her room today. Can't stand to be apart, I guess.

My parents are here this weekend. One more round interviews of sorts with a church in the icecream capital....

Five times this week I've gone for drives through rolling hills of corn and beans with dark clouds hanging down to what seemed just a few feet above me (not really, but it looks that way sometimes, no?) and I wished I had my camera every time and every time I had forgotten it again... This morning there was even fog, so the clouds really were hanging down. That and the humidity was rising from the ground. Some of both, I think. Beautiful either way.

Help me, Rhonda

I did not sleep very well last night. I could not fall asleep at first, so I read. Then when I did sleep, I dreamt for what seemed to me to be all night. I never feel as rested after a dream filled night than I do after a night of sound dreamless sleep. But the worst part was my dreams were about work. Documenting, of all things. If I believed in lawsuits, perhaps I could sue medicare, or DHS, or the government, or whoever the hell it is that makes us write so much at the end of every shift, for ruining my sleep. And maybe I'll throw in some emotional trauma charges as well...


But overall, things are fine. I'm nursing a sunburn I obtained as my just reward for skipping church on Sunday to go canoeing. And I'm not sorry! The sunburn doesn't hurt that much, thanks to the invention of strapless bras. :)

I went job hopping yesterday. Went to coffee making at 8.15am. Straight from there to interpret at WIC at 8.45am. Straight from WIC to Hope Haven at 4pm. Stayed there until 10pm. Only went home once inbetween all that, for about 3 minutes around 4.15pm on my way to see one of my community guys.

I got my exercise in yesterday too, since my car is out of commission and I had to bike from home to Dordt, to New Life, to Ridgebrook, to the New Homestead, to Ridgebrook, and then home again. Plus I went for a 30min walk with another couple clients. SOOOO HOT!

Tonight we go wild.

I saw the coolest looking old man today. Tall, lean, wrinkled, good old man style, and a flat cap. I wanted to call him grandpa and I don't even know his name. But he reminded me of my Grandpa Vanderploeg.

For the first time in ages, it seems, I am bored at work. Caught up on my documenting, nobody to see at the moment, just waiting to pass meds and for teeth-brushing sessions.

I finished Grapes of Wrath this week. Gave me the chills. Yikes! So I thought I'd read some Jane Austen next to cure my depression, but came out of the library with some Emily Bronte instead. Hmmm. Hopefully it's not too depressing.