Defenestrate

I haven’t posted in months. That is not fathomable. Big goals for this year: get out of debt, get out of debt, get out of debt and be a safe, good friend for my husband. (Working on more friendship with hubby.)

James is growing up. He has hit hormones. It is interesting to watch his mood swings and try and walk him them. It is difficult not to laugh as he is crying over the small stuff. He tried to join the baseball team. He tried out but didn’t make it. So he joined the track team. He told me last night that he wouldn’t have to run a lot because he was just going to do “jumping” events. I laughed. Ahh… he has so much to learn.

My small group leaders are going back to Rwanda this next Monday. The 7th through the 14th there is the national week of morning for the genecide in 1992. There going back to teach people how to Godly mourn. (Mourning that leads to life and not to death.) A group of 6.

Matthew transfered from the morning crew to the night crew at his work. He doesn’t have to get up at 3:30AM. He is a night owl, so this job will fit him even better. He’ll work a split shift in the evening. And he will be there in the morning to send out his wiffe (me) and his son.

I’m still working at the school for extreme behavioral modification of children with autism. Recently, Far Northern Regional Center has discovered our school. They have been floored. Simply  floored. It seems they didn’t even know there was a school that could meet these kind of needs. And the more they meet and watch us, the more they are just stunned.

I had another epic dream recently. It was actually a comical one again but with a lot more “political” influences in the dream. I’ve started dreaming again. I wasn’t dreaming for about four months.

Our roommate moved out.

Matthew is thinking of selling off some tools that he doesn’t use.

I saw my first grand mal seizure today. It was a hard thing to see. Even harder when it happened to my favorite student.

The only person that got me on the computer tonight was Todd. He figured out how to get my computer to connect to YAKS internet. (Matthew and I haven’t figured it out for over a week.)

So. I met up with a lady at YAKS who is part of the writer’s group in Redding. She told me about the “quills of faith” group. Small world. That is the same group that Kim Carlson had us attend for our creative writing class in college. (Remember that class Joshua? I still love the memories of laughing so hard I couldn’t see straight.)

Anyway. The group now meets in Redding at Neighborhood church the second Monday of the month at 7 PM.

I need to go. I have too many stories to not write them down.

So while at YAKS, Matthew came. He got talk with Todd. (A great thing.)

Outside of that,  I don’t have time to explain it in too much detail, but things I dislike about my job:

1) I am hyper sensitive in any public situation to car, people locations

2) I am very, very, very, very aware of people under the influence of something illegal

I liked my naive world. A world where I didn’t recognize meth addicts, cutters, users, prostitutes and pushes.

I guess it isn’t a bad thing that I can spot them a mile away, but  … it’s like Mark Twain’s short story about navigating the river. (Totally different context though.)

……. as to my last post ……

I survived those three weeks. They were very tough. I actually broke down once because I just couldn’t take it. That was very, very, very, very hard. Totally different than ECHO.

Speaking of ECHO, we lost a student today. We also have two more students that people want to be placed in our program. One will probably be placed int the next two weeks! Ekk! New icons! New work boxes! go. go. go.

p.p.s. I started dreaming again. (It has been a long time.)