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dreams aren't always wishes your heart makes
04.03.06 (4:24 pm)   [edit]

Mid-October.  That answers one thing on my mind.  Besides that, I feel like a tangled-up mess.  I'm nervous about teaching tonight, because I won't see them for another 3 weeks (no class- Easter), so I want to be sure that they leave feeling confident and with enough to do to learn while they're not in class.  I had a great weekend with my mom and grandma.  It's beginning to hit me now that they are no longer in town.  Usually it takes me longer.  They threw me for a loop, because I saw a side of them that I hadn't before- not necessarily bad, but not as idealistically as before.  There is stuff that irritates them and such.  They're concerned for me- still having that open invitation to 'come home.'  That's good to know, but at this point, it doesn't feel supportive, like 'You seem to be handling yourself well.'  I think they don't expect that I'll ever live at 'home' again, though.  I guess I'm irritated because I thought they'd like what I like.  They enjoyed the museums and all, but not everything.  Man do I hate getting questioned, even for my 'own good.'  I think I do that to others, though. :(

My day got set off by a dream- I was outside with someone (don't know who), and the clouds were gathering.  One spot was very black, and it was moving fast- starting to form a sort of kite-tail.  I asked, "What's that?"  even though I knew.  "It's a tornado."  There were green hills and farm fields... the dream ended soon, and I had that impeding feeling of dread and helplessness.  I looked out the window to a gray cloud cover.  The kind that the Midwest gets for a good part of the winter, only darker, and only I'm not in the Midwest.  I stayed in bed for over an hour, dozing occasionally.  I was only a couple minutes late to work.  So far (in the waking world), 20-something people have been reported killed by tornadoes/hail last night in the Midwest.  Devastating.

 


posted by: hopie26 (reply)
post date: 04.04.06 (1:09 pm)

I didn't even hear about the tornadoes until I read you blog! Crazy! I wish I could visit with you and go to some museums, that sounds really fun. :)



posted by: SparklingSnow (reply)
post date: 04.05.06 (4:34 am)

Reply to hopie26:
When I was at NCU, between not watching TV or reading the newspaper, I hardly ever knew what was going on in the world. Now, having taken the Metro (they offer free newspapers), and reading the news on-line (sometimes on TV), I feel much more connected to the world. There's still a lot more going on than I'm aware of.
If you do make it out here for any reason, I definitely want to hang out and show you around.

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