Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday :)

Another work week has been survived! I'm still coughing, but I think less today than yesterday. Who would have thought that working with children could actually separate you from children (thinking of the baby twins I want to see, but I don't want to cough on).

No pictures for today's entry. Just words.

It has been an interesting week. I've been thinking. (Haha, are you surprised?)

I've been thinking I've seen the New Perspective on Paul again, in something I read. I've been thinking about how serious is it. I've been thinking about how to respond. It really is an idea set (you can look it up on the Internet, info for and against it), and I really disagree with it.

And I've been working. Overtime. Art of the week: Monday, paint with fingers. Tuesday, I forget. (Or did I forget Monday and paint Tuesday?) Wednesday, paint with watery watercolor and paint brushes (actually, I still haven't finished cleaning up from that). Thursday, crayons. Friday, markers.

Now... wash dishes maybe?

Friday, February 20, 2009


On Tuesday (if I have the day right), I took a picture from a wide place on the dirt roads on my way home from work.

On Thursday, I worked later and stopped at the Library to drop off books, CD, and video (and then I picked two new books), but I took a picture from the same stretch of road.


Then today, I got off work really delightfully early (I've been sick all week and working late and today was able to leave early). I took another picture. My hope was that the pictures would show a little of my life and would show how the road conditions on the back roads are changing. Maybe you can see between Tuesday and Thursday that there was melting. Maybe you can't, but it seemed like it to me.
Anyhow, I went home and slept! So nice.


Sunday, February 1, 2009

Reading somebody else's blog. Somebody who was out of the States for a year-ish and came back. Somebody who dared to have a posting about being homesick (for their out of the States location).

I look American, because I am American. And English is by far my most fluent language. But I wanted the speaker at my class to speak in Spanish. Even though I wouldn't have understood it all (might have missed ALOT). But he spoke English. Duh. It's an American class with American students (he may not even know more than a few words in Spanish, if that). But somebody came and sang a song in some language that was not Spanish or English.