I can see you.
Sitting there in that seat.
Looking at this screen.
And I know you’re wondering…
How much does Eva work per week?
Well, young lady, I am here to solve that mystery. This is a list of the hours I have spent for each of the past ten weeks. My company considers certain activities “productive,” so you have to add 10-15 of each number below to figure how much I actually work per week.
I am hoping that there are going to be some shorter days in my future.
First came Laffy Taffy, then came Blow Pops, now here’s Milk Duds.
I am wishing so much today that I had a piano. If I had one I would work all day on learning this…
Well, frankly, sometimes I just want it to be easier.
This summer I worked really hard and long hours, and things went really well.
Now, I’m working really hard, really long hours, and things are not going well.
And it doesn’t help at all that I am so tired. I hate getting You-Forgot-Such-And-Such-emails. I wish I could just respond, “No, I did not forget it. I just can’t do everything.”
Thank goodness for the 26 succulent, wonderful hours at home in Ohio with Such A One. It was really, really great to be at home in the peaceful serenity of my childhood home with my parents and Such A One. While we were there, I kept commenting to Such A One how quiet it was.
That’s the upside, so I’ll end on that.
Yesterday was the official last day of our Summer Camp. We had kids, as we always do, who are remarkable and unique, and who all have at least one thing in common… feeling unsafe in the world. It manifests in different ways for each kid, maybe frequent crying, stuttering, hurting themselves, hurting others, being withdrawn, unexpressive, etc. The issues they deal with have occurred for a variety of reasons (abuse, neglect, witnessing violence, ineffective parenting, etc.), but here at the end of camp I look back and can’t help but think, “What is better for a child’s mental health than a summer of fun in a safe environment with stable, caring adults?”
This summer is a drop in the bucket of their lives, but it was the drop that I was responsible for and as far as it depended on me… it was a good drop. It was a fun drop, a safe drop, a drop in which they felt unconditionally cared about.
And I did something I am proud of. Despite a plethora of Medicaid regulations, logistical complications, and paperwork that can seem disconnected from the real work of counseling, I kept my eyes on the prize. The real prize being each kid.
Long time, no see.
Let’s see… do I have anything to say?…
I play Ultimate.
I play soccer.
Such-A-One is the Shiz Whiz.
Working 60+ hours a week again, but hopefully only until August-ish.
Oh, ran into Pickle Man the other day. Totally random.
Playing with kids 25 hours a week, and by “playing” I mean: playing, breaking up fights, encouraging good behaviors, providing consequences for bad behaviors, playing lots and lots of baseball and basketball, high-fiving, dancing/showing my “moves like Jagger,” etc.
I’m watching the Lord of the Rings movies a lot lately.
Going to spend the weekend with Best Friend R, Her Husband, and Such-A-One at a lake in a few weeks.
I eat a lot of fruits and nuts.
I think a lot about swimming.
My general rule when picking colors (usually two or three of them) for an outfit is to take them from opposite sides of the color wheel. For example, if I’m wearing three colors, I might choose purple, yellow, and green. Or I might pick orange, blue, and pink. This is also a good rule to help you pick out colors that don’t necessarily “match,” like red and seafoam green. Taking them from opposite sides of the color wheel will help balance out your outfit.
Less often I choose two or three colors from the same side… like orange and pink, or red and orange, or green and blue, etc.
Example from Pink Peonies (see blogroll)…
Disclaimer: I’m not necessarily a fashionista, so it may or may not be in your best interests to follow my advice in regard to personal style.
He is still so awesome.
Can’t believe it’s been nearly a year (next month).
What a wonderful man. There is so much I appreciate.
I’m in Korea.
While here, I have felt across an ocean from my worries. Like I am looking at them from a long distance away. They do not feel as threatening from here. And isn’t that half the point of traveling, to get your worries back down to size? And your appreciation for your pleasures back up to size?
Where my dad grew up.
My best friend from YWAM that I hadn’t seen for eight years.
Korean language, hospitality, etc.
Striking out on my own, mapless.