I moved states, I moved sites.

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drama, or, I'm tired

In fact, I'm too tired to reiterate everything here, and it wouldn't really do much good, would it?

Opportunities to trust God are rarely calm moments.

I'm glad I have Nate... nobody else I'd rather have by my side to help vanquish questions and decisions. Go team us.

Bottom line: we're moving to Colorado, but the reason we're moving is sort of kinda maybe now defunct. But then again maybe not - lots of mixed messages. But we're still going, and it will be good.

thumbin' a ride

So, Art History MA it is.

In the meantime, I'm hitchhiking my way to preparedness via iTunes U and podcasts.

nuke this phrase

I'd like to eliminate the phrase, "these tough economic times," from the public vocabulary. I'm tired of hearing it.

from denver, where it is sunny

Sitting in the Denver airport, waiting for my flight back to Dayton.

Observations about Colorado:
No one observes the speed limit.
No one tailgates.

While waiting through security I met a guy my age who is from New Zealand, and somehow ended up here after living in South America for the last ten months. He's flying back home, with stuffed toy rabbits for his niece and nephew. In awhile, he's planning on moving to Colombia. Says he loves the people, the culture. Eventually, he said he'll probably leave and wander more. I don't know how you do that... which is not to denigrate it. It's not like I ever had the wanderlust in me. I like home. I admire people like that, though, who can just up and go and see things. I wonder, why Colombia.

One hour until boarding time... I don't really want to leave.

Watching parents with their kids. I hope that someday I'll be as patient and well-disciplined as a few families I've seen.

men in velour want your money

Apparently business is bad for Liberty Mutual. Every time I drive by the local branch, there are at least two employees dressed up as the Statue of Liberty. Light blue velour draped around them, Roman-toga-style, with blue foam spiky headbands. If you give them eye contact, they'll try to give you a Liberty Mutual foam frisbee. I don't give eye contact. Personally, this would not make me feel good about my insurance company, but we're not with them. I wonder what State Farm would look like, personified only by its name. A re-education camp?

I should be writing thank-you notes.

Lasagna is in the oven. Tea is in my mug.

My mom called today to ask if I wanted my grandma's rocking chair. I do, but in about five or six years - not now. The things I'm truly interested in, the vanity and dresser, are too big to haul down here and then haul wherever else we go. Don't know what I'll do about the chair... I'll regret not taking it.

going home

rest in peace, Grandma... give Grandpa a big hug, finally, after all these years of missing him. I'm glad you are home.