MC's Blog

It's growing in thick and soft and oh-so-urban (farm?) chic!

How funny, Mom, that while you were writing your post I was outside taking pictures of Sidney who's new entertainment is hanging out back with the chickens. She's trying her best to be like the other hens, cavorting with them and pretending to peck and enjoy their seed. Everytime I peak at her, I can't help but think, "one of these things is not like the other...." Apparently that thought escapes her. Here she is hiding beneath her wing, hoping I don't see her and take her back inside.

Well, I finished up at 3:30 on Wednesday July 2nd. Gave baskets of candy to the three departments, got the names and address of the 4 remarkable women I met there, and off we drove to the villages. I thought I would go wild and celebrate but what I feel most like doing is collapsing and staring into space. I realize I have been at such a fevered pitch internally, always thinking "keep going, keep going,keep going" that now I just want to fold up like a bird with large wings and fold them over my head and kind of not move..........like I'm collapsing into myself. I think this will be short lived as my bubble is always trying to make it back to the surface. And when it does surface.... woohoo! I have so many letters to write, so many people to visit, so many projects to finish, start, do, and so many classes to take, jobs to consider, volunteering to choose from. My life has felt so out of my hands that now I hope I don't feel muddled getting it on course again. I'l...