Ramblings on a Saturday afternoon

Today is the birthday of my high school friend, John.  I don't remember very many birthdays but I always think of him on October 23rd.

Pandora is playing "All Star" by Smash Mouth -- which always makes me think of student teaching -- I'd never heard the song before til we took a camping trip and this group of fourth grade boys (let's not think about how old they actually are now) knew the song by heart and sang it at the campfire -- it was impressive.

Today is 16 months since I got hit by a car.  I will see the doctor again in a week and a half.  Been having some days where I don't think about it too much and others where the pain is very present.  Because I am still in care, we haven't been able to start the settlement.

I have a giant stack of divorce papers sitting on my floor.  Need to sit down and start filling them out.  So hard to imagine what my life will be like in two years, let alone five months.

Been working on Fiona's wings for Halloween.  Too soon to decide if I'm proud of my efforts or not -- need to figure out what to trim them with to hide the part where the fabric is wrapped around the frame.

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I'd like to get my living space sorted out -- I think the next step is probably getting a dresser from my old apartment.

I was reminded the other day that I like beer-breath kisses (from smelling the bottle as I put it in the recycling).

My daughter is with her dad tonight.  I'm hoping to finish her wings and have them all ready for trying on when she gets home tomorrow.

I'm really grateful for all the ways friends are buoying me up right now.  So many different ways and all so important. 

In the process of making Fiona's wings I was reminded of my grandmother when I saw Amy's little silver metal sewing ruler (I'm sure that's the right term, of course) that was identical to one I can remember watching Grandma Surface use.  Later, as I stood and stared, moved things around a little bit, and stood and stared some more, I was reminded of trying to cut a pineapple in Costa Rica.  I stood there long enough, looking at that pina, that my Costa Rican mother (who had been resting but had given me permission to cut the pineapple) came out to the kitchen -- she'd been picturing me trying to cut the pineapple and realized that I was clueless and she'd better come help me.  :)

My friends, Amy and Tim, have told me that they'd like to send me "home" to Indiana for Christmas so I'm trying to figure all of that out.

Blessings to all of you today.