The daily report

There isn't much to report, for July 20th. Although it is leperheart's 34th, birthday. If you see that old bag running ragged, tell her to have a smokin' good birthday.

The land of Yoga has been interesting. Let's just say, I'm not a happy yogi currently. Class cancelations, and subsitute yoga teachers, make me cranky. Enough gloom and doom.

Leave on Tuesday for Michael DeMengs art workshop at the Valley Ridge. That should be great fun. His classes are a hoot-although once you been to one class, the rest are pretty much the same: take crap, glue it together. Paint it. Your done. *smile*

I'll be gone till Friday. Which means four more shifts untill the north woods. Al is comming over to help me pack on Monday night (prior to leaving for Valley Ridge), and I still have plenty of crap to do before the gathering. Havn't decided 100% if I am going to try ot get out of town on WED or wait till Thrus. The sooner I leave, the beter I'll be... however I wouldn't mind having a travel companion to assist in the journey....

The family is trying to figure out the Christmess-mess, as to when to "get together". I have Christmas off this year, and DAMN IT, if I am going to switch and work Christmas again. FUCK that shit. There is a homo-alono for Christmass-o, dinner at a church basement that has my name written all over it.

The three wise women

I get off on wierd incidences, having fully invested in the church of: everything happens for a reason.

I ran into three women last night who I havn't seen in years, and have known me as such. Although the night shift as whole is a close knit group, seldom do we tend to meet people outside of our little hospital units.

Although, it could be my eccentric personality, I tend to be imbedded in peoples memory for quite some time. I just think it is because I'm wierd.

My co-worker Paula, died a year ago in June. I didn't journal regarding it, because although I miss her, everyone who knew her, have long left for other adventures. Amy was there. She was the first to show herself last night. Amy and I bonded over volleyball, the night shift, and her and I had a wonderful working relationship. In fact, I might of hired her.

The second epiphany, was Miss Sharon. Older, she precepted me into the role of a nurse on our unit, 8 years ago in November. I always respected her, and knew that deep down she had a hard life, but never showed it.

The third, and most important, was Chris. We had a smokey breakfast in the parking garage, and caught up on each others lives. Although she black-balled me during her post divorce agnst, I still remember her as being a catalyst in diagnosing my depression. And although she herself has major psychological issues, I still enjoy seeing her now and then.

What does this mean, nothing really... people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

And that is todays sermon.