More thoughts....
Sunday, August 27, 2006
I've pretty much ignored the "global warming" rhetoric for years now, but something actually spurred my interest recently when I heard that it won't be much longer that we actually receive snow in the lowlands of the Pacific Northwest.
This article seemed to sum up all the depressing news quite nicely; water shortages, dead fish, lots of flooding, and more forest fires. That's really something to look forward to. However it's the lack of lower-level snow that really gets me.
I seem to recall a lot more snow as a kid. I'm not that old yet (honest) and it's sad to realize that I have memories of more snow as a child than we have now in 2006.
I read several articles tonight about the gradual warming of the PNW and they all say the same thing. Within my lifetime, our area may no longer have ski resorts! Okay, okay--I went skiing once and hated it, but that's really kinda sad, isn't it?
Monday, August 21, 2006
I use to think the worst smell I've ever experienced was about 5 years ago when some wise-guy decided to put a "green plug" on my large freezer in the garage, causing the freezer to shut off and on (I guess that's where the big electrical savings comes in) and causing an entire freezer of meat to thaw. I didn't make this discovery until one hot summer day when I decided to open up the freezer to find something for dinner. It was the nastiest thing I'd ever smelled in my life, well, up until today.
This evening I'm cooking dinner and notice something brown on the pantry floor. When you live with kids, especially kids that like to make their own food, the possibilities are nearly endless as to what it could be, but when I saw it coming from a box, a box with a bag of potatoes in it, I figured it out.
When I was a kid, I remember pototoes that were ignored for some time would grow these big white root-things and then would attach to the roots of other potatoes. Sometimes they would shrivel up, and the longer they sat, the more shriveled they got, but that was the worst of it.
Well, not so in this house. Around here, they soften up and then emit a stinky brown liquid. Honestly I don't comprehend the process of innocent vegetable to stinky brown liquid, but I guess that really doesn't matter. I just know it smells horrible and that everything sitting in the vicinity of the box of rancid potatoes also smells just as bad.
To add insult to injury, as I pulled out the offending bag of potatoes, a swarm of...err...fruit flies took flight in my kitchen. Not the highlight of my day.
I've had a recurring dream for years. And years. And years.
It's always the same sort of thing. I'm at school, or I'm suppose to be at school, but I haven't actually been going for some time. There's a class, or classes, that I've been missing.
I think these dreams may have started out a long time ago with the unfound locker, or the disappearing homework, but through the years they've evolved to just the fact I haven't been going for a long time. Then in the dream, I try to make myself feel better by telling myself it's just one class...I can make it up next year...it's the first one I've failed...I still might have time to catch up... and so on.
It's even to the point where I will tell myself in the dream that I realize I have dreams like this, but this time it's true!
It's crazy and frustrating. I haven't attended any classes for years. I've tried to analyze it, thinking that maybe it's because I know I still need to get my masters and it seems sort of overwhelming...just the GRE seems overwhelming, let alone the actual classes. Or maybe it's because I have a stinkin' teaching degree but don't teach. More than likely, it's the feeling of knowing there's something I need to do, or the anxiety of needing to do something, that has attached itself to a particular scenerio, that being missing a class. I don't know if it even matters, it's just funny that I Keep. Having. That. Dream.
I've wondered that if I was able to actually stop the dream and remind myself that I DON'T GO TO SCHOOL if that would help, but for some reason I haven't discovered how to manipulate my dreams. They just happen, and I sit there thinking "not again" as I struggle through the feelings of missing yet another class.
Today I put a great deal of thought into the fact there's likely to be a new high school built in my town by 2011, and what would I need to do in order to be qualified to teach in it. Granted, they've teased us with the visions of a new high school since I was a kid, but I have a good inkling it's going to actually to happen this time.
Teaching in high school would require me to earn an endorsement in a teachable high school subject. I asked for my husband's opinion. He says Special Ed. But I don't want to do Special Ed. So he says maybe science or math--they always need science and math teachers. Well I'm not any good with science and math. Well then how about computers. Well I suck at computers. Ok then that's why I said to do Special Ed, because you could at least do that.
This was about the time I stopped asking him for his input.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
