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Sunday, December 28, 2008
Lost & Found
Ummmm...I found my coat!
After losing my beautiful (read: functional and loved) waterproof zip-shell Columbia in October and receiving a new raincoat for my birthday last month, the Columbia returned.
I was working at the group home (for the last time before Costa Rica! hurrah!), bonding with one of the few good staff there by cataloging all the things I have lost this year, when Kaluna, the wonderful woman listening so graciously, stopped me.
-Wait. What color was it?
-Light blue.
-What kind?
-Uh, Columbia I think. (Offhand, in an embarrassed kind of way. Nobody at this job is exactly rolling in dough, and here I am misplacing a fairly expensive article of clothing).
-Wait! Wait just a minute. (Goes to a closet I didn't know existed and pulls out...my Coat!)
Back in October when I asked Brooke, the new supervisor, about the coat in reference to the lost&found location, she wished me luck and told me someone had probably stolen it.
Apparently Kaluna came across it when she was looking for a coat for a resident, but she knew it didn't belong to any of them because there was no name plastered in permanent marker across the tag. There it was, hung in the closet, and it even looked like someone had thrown it into one of the six million loads of wash we do every day. The wolf pin I found on the beach this summer is still attached.
Stolen indeed.
New Year's Resolution: sew my name into all my clothes, in order to assist the goodwilled people of the world in returning my things when I lose them.
After losing my beautiful (read: functional and loved) waterproof zip-shell Columbia in October and receiving a new raincoat for my birthday last month, the Columbia returned.
I was working at the group home (for the last time before Costa Rica! hurrah!), bonding with one of the few good staff there by cataloging all the things I have lost this year, when Kaluna, the wonderful woman listening so graciously, stopped me.
-Wait. What color was it?
-Light blue.
-What kind?
-Uh, Columbia I think. (Offhand, in an embarrassed kind of way. Nobody at this job is exactly rolling in dough, and here I am misplacing a fairly expensive article of clothing).
-Wait! Wait just a minute. (Goes to a closet I didn't know existed and pulls out...my Coat!)
Back in October when I asked Brooke, the new supervisor, about the coat in reference to the lost&found location, she wished me luck and told me someone had probably stolen it.
Apparently Kaluna came across it when she was looking for a coat for a resident, but she knew it didn't belong to any of them because there was no name plastered in permanent marker across the tag. There it was, hung in the closet, and it even looked like someone had thrown it into one of the six million loads of wash we do every day. The wolf pin I found on the beach this summer is still attached.
Stolen indeed.
New Year's Resolution: sew my name into all my clothes, in order to assist the goodwilled people of the world in returning my things when I lose them.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Fort Flood
Bad news: the heating system at the Fort has malfunctioned--a pipe broke on Sunday night, flooding the Resident Director's office and a GRACE room with water, flowing from the 2nd floor and hitting the electrical system, which started a lovely chemical-scented sauna of steam/smoke. Fire dept arrived at midnight. At 6am, another pipe burst into a shower over one of the Benincasa guest rooms down the hall. The Fort has been transformed into a wind tunnel lined with furniture and fans. I'm moving out this week--glad to get out in case of mold, to which I am allergic, but sad to leave BC in such disrepair.
though i am heavy
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
-Wendell Berry
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
-Wendell Berry
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Dear Tender Reader,
I'll be taking a vaca from the blog. The end of the semester calls an end to my daily posts, but do not fear, oh faithful readers of cyberspace, these trivial musings will continue in Costa Rica. Read on.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Dark in the Middle of the Tunnel
Last night we took the tunnel to the Motherhouse and Sister Kathi decided not to turn the lights on. When I came through on my way back to the Fort, I decided to walk it in the dark alone.
What a thrill. I have always loved being in the dark by myself. We used to go on Night Walks at Silver Lake, ten little girls holding hands in a line. I always wanted to let go and hang back, to be swallowed by the silence and the solitude.
I almost got lost in the woods there one summer. Around midnight I was heading back to my cabin without a flashlight. We don't have that much lighting at camp, but the stars are usually enough. When you get into the tree cover, you can usually look up and find the trail's mirror image where the sky shows. Farther back though, the branches grow across to meet each other, and tree roots make a footpath feel like forest floor. No one had remembered to turn on the porch light at Juniper, so I shuffled along deeper into the woods, hoping I was following the curves of the path and not walking in circles, until its dark sides vaguely materialized.
Walking through a dark tunnel is easy. Even if you can't see your feet, you just have to keep putting one in front of the other. One day, I might try running.
What a thrill. I have always loved being in the dark by myself. We used to go on Night Walks at Silver Lake, ten little girls holding hands in a line. I always wanted to let go and hang back, to be swallowed by the silence and the solitude.
I almost got lost in the woods there one summer. Around midnight I was heading back to my cabin without a flashlight. We don't have that much lighting at camp, but the stars are usually enough. When you get into the tree cover, you can usually look up and find the trail's mirror image where the sky shows. Farther back though, the branches grow across to meet each other, and tree roots make a footpath feel like forest floor. No one had remembered to turn on the porch light at Juniper, so I shuffled along deeper into the woods, hoping I was following the curves of the path and not walking in circles, until its dark sides vaguely materialized.
Walking through a dark tunnel is easy. Even if you can't see your feet, you just have to keep putting one in front of the other. One day, I might try running.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Balog Saga
GOOD NEWS:
President Balog and his Cabinet (I have no idea who comprises this governmental body, but it sounds important) fully support the proposal Adam and I submitted to expand Aquinas' non-discrimination policity.
Not only that, but they want to go even farther.
Adam met with Balog yesterday, and said that Balog talked about updating student, staff, and faculty hiring and admission policies to protect gender and sexual orientation issues.
Woah!
Now the Board just has to bite.
The proposed changes will be up for debate in January at the next Board meeting.
President Balog and his Cabinet (I have no idea who comprises this governmental body, but it sounds important) fully support the proposal Adam and I submitted to expand Aquinas' non-discrimination policity.
Not only that, but they want to go even farther.
Adam met with Balog yesterday, and said that Balog talked about updating student, staff, and faculty hiring and admission policies to protect gender and sexual orientation issues.
Woah!
Now the Board just has to bite.
The proposed changes will be up for debate in January at the next Board meeting.
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