juuuuunne.
the quiet ending to june 09 finds me in a blanket on the sofa at 5 pm, having spent my monday not at work but sleeping til noon, reading til 3, and doping around on the computer intermittingly. plus laundry.
somehow junes are always busy, and i am always broke. not sure how that happens. it used to be that augusts were depressing and novembers were strep throat. we have moved on, seemingly, to june vs. the bank account, or june; no time for sleep.
still, i am holding on to an optimism that good change is on its way. i feel on the precipice of many things. i feel at home in more than one place. there are moments at work, having finished something i thought i couldn't, that i almost don't recognize myself, until i do, and then feel rather proud to have made my acquaintance.
i did host a block party, or rather a park party, and realized that it wasn't at all what i had wanted to do. the block party i want to host involves saw horses at the end of a street, and picnic tables where cars would usually go, and kids and hopscotch and the like. maybe a jumper.
the park party i did host was 20 miles away from my own street, involved no saw horses, but 50 booths and east la businesses and non profits, and food, and 1200 people i had never met before.
however! when ever i do get to host my sawhorse/hopscotch blockparty, i did pick up some ideas to steal:
1. totally the jumper.
2. rock wall is pretty cool, too.
3. um, mariachi. do not sleep on the mariachi.
upcoming:
casino night fundraiser photos, grant writing?, raises?, summer!, and the story of the dog who ate a whole in the mattress.
for now: to finish the laundry.
somehow junes are always busy, and i am always broke. not sure how that happens. it used to be that augusts were depressing and novembers were strep throat. we have moved on, seemingly, to june vs. the bank account, or june; no time for sleep.
still, i am holding on to an optimism that good change is on its way. i feel on the precipice of many things. i feel at home in more than one place. there are moments at work, having finished something i thought i couldn't, that i almost don't recognize myself, until i do, and then feel rather proud to have made my acquaintance.
i did host a block party, or rather a park party, and realized that it wasn't at all what i had wanted to do. the block party i want to host involves saw horses at the end of a street, and picnic tables where cars would usually go, and kids and hopscotch and the like. maybe a jumper.
the park party i did host was 20 miles away from my own street, involved no saw horses, but 50 booths and east la businesses and non profits, and food, and 1200 people i had never met before.
however! when ever i do get to host my sawhorse/hopscotch blockparty, i did pick up some ideas to steal:
1. totally the jumper.
2. rock wall is pretty cool, too.
3. um, mariachi. do not sleep on the mariachi.
upcoming:
casino night fundraiser photos, grant writing?, raises?, summer!, and the story of the dog who ate a whole in the mattress.
for now: to finish the laundry.
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