Wish List

Since I am quickly (if you call almost five years, one day at a time, quick) approaching the finish line of my educational journey and if all goes as hoped, I will be conferred my doctorate in clinical psychology in less than one month (which translates to less than 28 days), my thoughts are interrupted by ways in which to reward myself for my hard and diligent work.  Mind you, I have already rewarded myself here and there this past month with little semi-precious stone trinkets, visits from beloved familia members, a side trip to Reno (where believe you me I did not just sit in my hotel room not spending any dough), a side trip to Point Reyes, and some danged good meals cooked by someone else(s) and served up in some pretty settings.  But hey, this is a pretty doggone big accomplishment, right? 

And so I daydream and spin possible scenarios in my noggin with my creative paintbrush or since I am spinning these creations, would it be my creative spinning wheel…  For this post, the implement of creation does not really matter as much as the wish list in my dreams ~

• a week in a beautiful luxury condo on or near my favorita Alaskan beach shared with familia and friends that would include, but not be limited to, numerous walks along the water’s edge, adding to my rather impressive seashell and rock collection, several bonfires over which various meats would be roasted (apologies to the sacrificial animals), lots of board games with my grandkiddos, and some big wins at the poker table.
• a brand new digital SLR camera with personalized lessons and unlimited time and focus with which to hone my craft.
• a glass blowing class that includes an aptitude (on my part) and patience (on the teacher’s part) to develop a new creative outlet.
• time (guilt free) to hang out (translated into visiting, eating, and laughing) with friends.
• the guarantee of passing the EPPP national exam after diligent summer studying.
• or hell as long as I’m wishing, the guarantee of passing the national exam without one whit of study.

So there are some of my wishes.  Oh and one more ~

• the ability to skip a stone at least 10 skips.  No, make that 15.

Wave

I have yet to see one

wave.

A wave seems to come in numbers

even more than pairs.

heat   wave

ocean    wave

waves of   despair.

@junemoon 2008 

What I Learned (so far) in the Spring of 2008

While I have been away from my blog, I have filled my time with things other than writing and for that matter, now that I think about it, I also took a hiatus from anything that smacked of creativity.  In the big scheme of living, the time off/away was short and one’s creative juices are not always flowing like a veritable river anyway. 

In hindsight, I realize that this time out has been richly filled with learning moments, some ah-ha’s (not always of the positive nature), and commonsensical sorts of stuff.  Here’s just a smattering of what I talk of:

• when attempting to suck the biggest black spider one has ever set eyes on, that happens to be esconsed in its incredibly strong spider woven cocoon, into an already too full electric floor sweeper, screaming vulgar language does not seem helpful.  Instead, saying repeatedly “get in there, please oh please oh please oh please, get in there” provides more assistance.
• when traveling to Nevada’s Biggest Little City, Reno, for two nights and almost three days, it would be best to take more than a pair of olive drab cotton capris pants, one pair of rolled up blue jeans (non-designer brand), a faded orangey tie-dyed t-shirt, and a 15 year-old short sleeved v-neck black cotton top.  Cuz golly gee whiz almighty, one might actually want to meet the dress codes of the nightly entertainment spots.  Just maybe. 
• even when underdressed (a true understatement – no pun originally intended), when in the Biggest Little Sin City, shrug off any embarrassment and party like a rock star anyway.
• it is possible to cram three full grown adults into one tiny photo button booth.
• it is not really that possible to obtain a photo of all three full grown big human faces;
• but an awful lot of belly laughs can be purchased for that $3 bucks of fun.