I am in Brussels, Belgium; awaiting the hubby's arrival and trying to type on a french keyboard: Brussels is schlumpy and dirty: I got lost but sorted nyself out by finding a police station where i could ask for directions: I am not excited about being here yet: I hope a shower; some sleep; and food will solve that:
Thank you Streak, Sarah, PsycGrad for your comments. They do help and I often found myself reading them when I began to succumb to the irrational thought that I am crazy and that I should be able to handle all of this much, much better and completely on my own.
My mentor is doing well. He's "toddling" and joking. He's having to relearn stuff, but his humor, his personality is there. His left
Where have I been? Well, it's been a draining semester of a myriad of events, many of them difficult. Because many of these events have been...well, difficult, I have hesitated to blog about them. Some have been too vulnerable while others have been about sensitive information that no online forum would be anonymous enough to divulge. But overall, I have been going from one emotionally
I volunteered to make the year-end slide show for my department's banquet. I actually enjoy this kind of thing, and it's an easy way for me to give something to the department and actually enjoy it. I especially enjoy the humor aspect of the job. One year I diagnosed all of the faculty with various inane but funny disorders. This year, I am mulling over the ideas of how to poke appropriate fun at
Instead of fasting in some way during the Lenten season, I added a discipline. That discipline was attending liturgical services. I chose a local charismatic liturgical church that is part of the Anglican Mission in America. Over and over again, I was struck by the centeredness and closeness to God that I experienced, in large part due to the sensuousness of the services. The smell of the incense