The news from Tuscon makes my heart sick.
You can read about house progress (or lack-thereof) over at the Beorningstead but my difficulties go a bit deeper than just the construction project.
She's still in public school this week because: (1) her voice teacher is Awesome and is really stretching Molly's vocal skills. I can't do that at home. (2) She is making friends, slowly, with kids she hasn't been going to Church with all her life. And (3) she's got a great Math teacher this year and is actually doing fairly well with math.
I'm also overwhelmed with paperwork - for the house, for the taxes, for my business. I've spent the last two weeks trying to convince myself to go into the freezing cold closet which used to be a shower, dig out all of the paperwork and start putting all of the pieces together. I really don't want to. But I will have to start Monday. I also have to pull my business into some semblance of order online - actually building a site (or at least a landing and launching pad) on GoblinsMarket.org, sorting out my supplies from my finished work, revamping my shops, etc...
Rich Tenace, and I'm really enjoying the class. Don't worry, LDS friends, Rich and I are not going all Occult and Satanic on you. The main goal of the class is to explore symbols and learn how meditating on symbols can clue us into things that we already know in within our intuitive selves or sub-conscious mind. It has been useful for me as I try to navigate (and help Molly navigate) the difficult social rapids we have encountered this week as some of the symbols have helped me remember and call upon skills and insights I learned during and as a result of my own difficult teen years.
The days get longer. This is a good thing.
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