Goodbye party: John, Justine and Yan

Back at Escondlido Village

Amy and Adele: hippie chicks

Ian, Kai, Joel and Robyn in Utah

Sunny on drugs

My brother gave up his bed

up to date

So, here is a basic update as I realize that many people are in various stages of being clued in.

The kids and I are back in Palo Alto.  Yay!

Brian is still in Missouri.

I have a job teaching Jr. High that starts this fall. Right on!

The kids will be back in Adele's old school, Ohlone.  Yippee!

We are living with our fabulous friends Barb and Scott for the time being.  Hurray!

Death and Sleeping

Yesterday I woke up in the middle of the night and I thought I was going to die.  No really, I thought I was dying.  I was so tired, so deep bone, emotionally soulfully, molecularlly  tired that I thought that it was my last night on earth.  Now granted, I have not slept much over the last 9 years.  I am used to waking up for crying, meowing, puking, coughing, panic attacks, leg cramps, contractions whatever, but this was different.  I did not take photos of the bags under my eyes from yesterday, but suffice it to say they were monumental.  But today, and here is the miracle, I feel better.

Missouri to California: Long and Straight

My friend and fellow coven member Nicole, says that numerologically this year is a 1.  I don't know how high the numbers go but what she says it means is that all of us are collectively starting something new, something life changing and fresh.  It certainly seems true for the people I know:  divorces, moves, new jobs, Iphones. It is intense and exhausting.   Takes a lot of fuel to get the rocket off the ground.

Personally,I drove for many days across the country to a new/old home.  I don't know how the pioneers did it in those covered wagons without eating each other. Well, I guess they didn't always succeed.  I was never tempted to eat the cat (she was dosed on Benadryl most the time) but I do remember banging my head against the steering wheel a few times when the road was especially barren: western Kansas, eastern Colorado, the great salt flats....must I go on?

My friend Lynn, reminded me of this quote by Oscar Wilde and it ran through my head as I drove like a bad Billy Joel song.  It goes, "there are two tragedies in life, not getting what you want and getting what you want."  Every choice, every move has the bitter and sweet within it.  The things you look forward to and the things you will miss.  I had way too many hours in the car alone to think about this as I left behind a lovely home on my way to the Golden State.