I'm sitting here in Asheville (Black Mountain) and loving every bit of this adventure. Granted it took Dave, Brandy and myself 20 hours instead of 16, but every minute has been worth it. So many times has Ireland crossed my mind as we wind around the green hills of North Carolina. AHHHHH. I've got about 2 months. At this point the ceramics gig has been laid to rest. Fortunately these guys who are lawyers/pub owners are willing to give me some work. Again, I'll see what happens, when it happens.
Feeling really good here. In a good mental space.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
ah ha! acupuncture heals grumpiness
Met with Josh Singer today and had my first acupuncture session. After sitting down and answering a series of questions, having him examine the shape and color of my tongue, and checking the "thickness" of my pulse, I had 5 needles put in. Very little stinging and pain...which from a girl who has passes out during 98% of blood tests, I thought I did pretty well!
The foot (lets hope for dancings sake) is on it's way to being cured. There's nothing like a little Eastern medicine to cure you of all your ailments. All in all, the session was incredible and I look forward to my return to Josh's space in a few weeks.
Taxes have yet to be completed...goddamn TurboTax keeps asking me the same question about the Homestead and Declaration Act!!?? I need some type of SPAN number from my landload, who has yet to call me back. Interestingly enough it seems Ms. Kane has entered a new tax bracket and will not be getting near of a return as last year. Huh.
Ready for bed. Going to check my email just one more time in hopes of hearing about a work visa. Cross your fingers...
The foot (lets hope for dancings sake) is on it's way to being cured. There's nothing like a little Eastern medicine to cure you of all your ailments. All in all, the session was incredible and I look forward to my return to Josh's space in a few weeks.
Taxes have yet to be completed...goddamn TurboTax keeps asking me the same question about the Homestead and Declaration Act!!?? I need some type of SPAN number from my landload, who has yet to call me back. Interestingly enough it seems Ms. Kane has entered a new tax bracket and will not be getting near of a return as last year. Huh.
Ready for bed. Going to check my email just one more time in hopes of hearing about a work visa. Cross your fingers...
Monday, April 9, 2007
lower back pain sucks
Feeling very grumpy. I have tried not once, but two times to file my taxes electronically. I am kicking myself in the ass for not just sucking it up and going to H&R Block!
Good news on the work visa front. Heard back from a pottery studio in the dingle pennisula looking for someone to teach some summr classes. No more than 3 days later I get an email from a family friend saying there is a pub in Galway owned by her nephew. They need some help with the bar so...I know, I know third hand messages. But honestly, I've got to just go with this.
Exhausted and sick of talking to people today. It seems that all I surround myself by, I get annoyed with. Time for sleep.
Good news on the work visa front. Heard back from a pottery studio in the dingle pennisula looking for someone to teach some summr classes. No more than 3 days later I get an email from a family friend saying there is a pub in Galway owned by her nephew. They need some help with the bar so...I know, I know third hand messages. But honestly, I've got to just go with this.
Exhausted and sick of talking to people today. It seems that all I surround myself by, I get annoyed with. Time for sleep.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Crackhead zombie...
I've just spent 5 hours and 46 minutes at the cafe grading papers and filling out rubrics. If I assess one more piece of work, I'm going to physically hurt someone. My hand is permanently in the shape of griping a fine-point red sharpie. That is just the beginning too. Tomorrow, I have to put in all the assigments and grades into our (fucking awful, time-wasting) computer system. It takes about 20 minutes to simply log on to the program. There's nothing like sitting for hours watching a rainbow colored circle rotate clockwise over and over again. I'm out of my body right now. Am I tired? Am I hungry? Do I go home a watch Stranger Than Fiction again?? I think, by the looks of the counters being wiped down and the floor being mopped that I better get out of here. I just hope my ass hasn't permanently reshapened this wooden chair I've been in all night.
Weird day
Slept well last night after watching "Stranger Than Fiction." Wil Ferrell was in a new light, which was interesting. Makes you contemplate your life...where you're at...where you are headed, you know?
Had to work at the ceramics studio today. I was actually very productive...I blew through a 25 lb. bag of clay in less than 2 hours. So I'm feeling good about that. Maybe I had too much coffee. Hence, the weirdness. I know too, what is missing. My soul sister (utter cheese, I know), Clare, has moved her little hippy ass back down to Asheville, NC. She's the kind of cerebral/spiritual/connected person who you can totally impress you with an immense vocabulary and intellectual converstions...describing her favorite writers and musicians, explaining the herbal remedy for foot pain and sharing how she aligns her chakras. On the other hand, she is incredibly comfortable when describing (still with an impressive vocab) her last experience on the toilet. I love that. We burp, think, fart, roast, eat, and laugh our asses off when we're together. I am planning on heading down there during April break -- just trying to connect with Dave and Brandy on the days we will be down there. Can't wait to see that face of hers and sink into the comfort and ease of her presence.
Had to work at the ceramics studio today. I was actually very productive...I blew through a 25 lb. bag of clay in less than 2 hours. So I'm feeling good about that. Maybe I had too much coffee. Hence, the weirdness. I know too, what is missing. My soul sister (utter cheese, I know), Clare, has moved her little hippy ass back down to Asheville, NC. She's the kind of cerebral/spiritual/connected person who you can totally impress you with an immense vocabulary and intellectual converstions...describing her favorite writers and musicians, explaining the herbal remedy for foot pain and sharing how she aligns her chakras. On the other hand, she is incredibly comfortable when describing (still with an impressive vocab) her last experience on the toilet. I love that. We burp, think, fart, roast, eat, and laugh our asses off when we're together. I am planning on heading down there during April break -- just trying to connect with Dave and Brandy on the days we will be down there. Can't wait to see that face of hers and sink into the comfort and ease of her presence.
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