January 14, 2008

Well, here it is almost a week after the power came back on and I'm still trying to get caught up. 

There were plenty of challenging things about the experience and I am still putting it all together in my head.  We got our power back on last Tuesday night, which was day #5.  Some folks were restored on Wednesday and others did not get power back until last night. 

The kids only went to school on Friday of last week because the power on that side of town took longer to get turned on.  Friday was previously scheduled as a super minimum day, so they were home by 1:30, which showed up in no time at all.

The last time I had a full day without kids was the Thursday before Christmas. 

I will enjoy today very much.

When Delena got on the bus at 6:15, I woke up Eric and hauled him downstairs to work out with me.  Of course, he was way better at it than I was.  I haven't worked out in a couple of months and it completely kicked my butt.  He's all lean, strong and healthy, so he pulled it off without a hitch (but did have to switch from 25 pound weight to 10 about halfway through the sculpting). 

I have to work today, so that will take up a good bit of the time the kids are gone, but I'm all set to totally milk the rest of it.  I want to get in some practice on the organ, since one of my goals for the year was to learn to play the thing. 

Oh yes.  I plan to suck every drop out joy out of every minute of today like draining the last drop of Diet Coke through a straw. 

What I really want to do is to go back upstairs, crawl into the bed and sleep for a bunch of hours.   

Eric is owed a huge pile of money by a bunch of people (I am learning that this is status quo for the construction business) and he is now 6 weeks out of delivering the mail.  I sure do miss that automatic deposit that used to go into the checking account the first of every month.  Still, I know it was the right thing for him to do and if we have to go through some challenging times to get from one place to another, then that's what we'll do. 

I think what bugs me most about it is that there have been 1 or 2 or 20 different places where situations could have resolved in such a way that it would have been considerably easier for us, but instead, the result was that it ended up being more complicated.  A little support here!  UNIVERSE, are you LISTENING??? 

Nope, don't want to talk about the potentially scary stuff.  Got to stay positive!

My faith is unwavering that things are exactly as they are supposed to be and if situations are tough, it's because some critical element is contained in them that needs to be mined out and examined.  Sure, sometimes it's nothing profound.  Freud tried to make a point in saying, "Sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar."  Meaning that it's there's no deep meaning behind it, it just is. 

I do feel that everything happens for a purpose, but I do not feel that all of, or even most of, those purposes are particularly interesting or profound.

I also do not believe that everything that happens to us is particularly about us.  It's actually fairly egocentric to believe that it is. 

Sometimes, it's about someone else and we just happen to be the passenger.

Today feels like the first day of normalcy in a long, long time.  My program is for the hours that I am transcribing to fly by and the hours when I am not to slow down so I can relish them.  

It's 9am and I have already dragged myself out of bed, gotten 3 kids out the door to school in two batches, worked out, had my breakfast and almost finished this entry.  Not bad for 3.5 hours! 

Did I mention I want to go back to sleep?

I really want to go back to sleep.

...and my arms are really, really sore from those weights.

...and I desperately need a shower.

....and to go back to bed.


Be particular,

The cathartic ramblings of an occasionally confused but usually joyful woman.

Name: Katrina Rasbold
Location: Grizzly Flats, California

I am a happily married broad of a particular age who lives in a rural mountain community on the edge of the El Dorado National Forest.  Grizzly Flats was once a thriving mining town (think "Deadwood"), but is now a quiet, remote town with a few hundred year-round residents and several city folks with a country home up here where they come to rough it a few times a year.  No more saloons or hotels or livery stables, just an unmanned fire station, a 2 room schoolhouse, a ranger station and a post office. 

It's heaven.

I am a writer and webmaster.  I am also a medical transcriptionist and a student of life and the world around us. 

I deeply honor all religions and whatever (harming none) path others use to reach God and their most sacred selves.  I completely reject the premise that there is one path/ one religion that "fits all" and is the "right" one.  Just as people speak in different languages to one another, I believe God also speaks to us in different languages.  God knows us well enough to understand that our spirits vibrate on different levels and must be accessed in different ways with different words and practices. 

Mike Rowe ("Dirty Jobs"):  "Are you a religious man?"

Septic Tank Cleaner:  "No, but I am a spiritual man."

Dirty Jobs
General Hospital
All My Children
One Life to Live

Big Love
Rescue Me
The Deadwood Movies to tie up the canceled series