There is no later. This is later.

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1st post is up for a test run
new posts will likely begin around January 24
we'll post tons of photos here (on buzznet)
and then write about our adventures on the blog (which has a link to buzznet)

I go to my job.  My very undemanding job where I am supposed to help people, be kind, offer encouragement.  No one watches me.  No one monitors me.  I do homework when I can, when "there's nothing else to do."  Although there is always something else to do.  I tell myself there isn't.  I use my time selfishly.

Someone gets calls all morning.  The constant phone ringing, the constant getting up and going to get the person requested.  It's tiresome.  I may not be quite so cheerful when relaying the message: another phone call.  Another phone call.  How many phone calls does one person need on a Sunday morning?  Then again, I am free to have all the phone calls I want, so why do I want to deprive someone else of something I take for granted?

Later this person comes into the office and asks to talk with me.  Okay.  She sits down, looks quietly at her lap.  Her lip shakes.  She says, "The reason my sister was calling so much was that my daughter died this morning."

Instantly, I've been called out.  I acted like such a jerk earlier and this woman's 3 year old died.  Died.  Forever.  This woman, already having so much against her in her life, she's in a homeless shelter in another state, far from where her baby girl died. 

And I made it seem like a enormous inconvenience to even tell her she had another phone call.

I won't forget that.

Making this journal entry from our new (refurb) laptop with wireless internet.  How is it I have just now discovered wireless internet.  ?!?!?!

So we're keeping the desktop (estimated trade-in vaule $100! it's 3 years old) since it has PhotoShop, PageMaker, Illustrator, etc.  And now we can use this computer to update on the road, which should make Mom & Dad happy.  We'll start up another page specific to the trip and away we go.

Life is good.

 

Is it any coincidence that today's paper contained an ad for a position that pays much better than my current one and an article announcing that the Executive Director where I work is leaving to take a new job?

Maybe I won't feel so guilty for exploring my options.

In other news: 100-Day Countdown to Mexico begins today!!