| | Blowin In The Wind... 
Labor Day Weekend In Bremerton - September 2006 That's the story of my life right now. Life in poverty takes you wherever the wind may blow. Free entertainment? I'm there. Take me out to dinner? You got it! Nothing to do? Take a walk! New job opportunity? Schedule an interview!  By far the best part of my Labor Day weekend was seeing my dad get married to his girlfriend of four years, Cindy. In an ultra-casual ceremony (see outfits at right) the two got married by Cindy's oldest daughter Rebecca at the very place they met, the high school cafeteria, exactly four years before. How cute is that? To make it even sweeter both of them wrote their own vows. It was perfect. And to make things even better, I now have two younger brothers and a younger sister. Okay, I guess they are technically "step" siblings, but that sounds crappy and I'm not one for technicalities anyways. I have always wanted to be a big sister, I told them each that they can come to me to get out of trouble one time, and one time only. Yay!
 On Saturday I took my new sister Rebecca's senior pictures. Once again, I'm surprised and thrilled about the results. Once again, I wonder why I don't get off my butt and start advertising portrait services and make some money. There is an opportunity to photograph an upcoming wedding that I am hesitant to take. Weddings...so much pressure. It's a once in a lifetime event, and I just don't think I have the equipment to properly capture the moment. Plus, people pay a lot and they expect some quality shots. I need a fill flash! In other weekend news, I walked Kaya to the Blackberry Festival. She almost didn't make it, the heat zapped her and she laid down three-fourths of the way there and refused to get up. Luckily after much rest and cajoling she walked the last few blocks, because once we got there water for dogs was abundant. She loved getting adored by *literally* hundreds of people, and walked through packed crowds very well. I ran into a zillion neighbors, some friends, and my dad and Cindy, who kindly bought me a fruit smoothie from Coldstone Creamery. Yay for small town festivals! The job hunt is as frustrating, exciting, nerve racking, and stressful as ever. While waiting to hear back from the job at Pratt Fine Arts Center in Seattle, I scheduled an interview with the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. The organization is located in Friday Harbor on the San Juan Islands! A job in a town that is a vacation destination? Hippies, orcas, and hiking, oh my!! Yes, this job sounds like a dream come true, so I quickly scheduled an interview in Seattle. A few hours later I recieved a call asking if I would like to fly to Friday Harbor for the interview instead. Would I like to take a free ride in a sea plane to an interview with an environmental/animal rights direct action organization?? Hell yes!!! Doing a happy dance won't even cut it. I'm having a happy seizure right now. Meanwhile, Habitat waits for a reply from their job offer. I'm under a little pressure here people!! Regardless, my happy ass is flying to the San Juan Islands on Friday, and I'm thrilled. What isn't thrilling is the backlog at work that has resulted from two things: 1, my terrible procrastination and 2, taking so many days off for interviews and doggy medical care. Raise the Roof, a dinner and auction with about 250 attendees is next Friday and the pressure to finish up the auction, track down  RSVP lists, organize volunteers, direct the caterer, and make sure I have rented 300 black linen napkins is enough to make my head spin. Add to that some very large grant applications that I, of course, waited until the last minute to start and then it becomes understandable why I am here, at work, on Labor Day. Add to all of this questions regarding living situations, budgets, relationships crises, extreme poverty, where to find some cheap toilet paper, and what the heck to make for dinner, and Wendy needs some serious sleep. Instead I think I am going to go splurge on a new edition of Bust magazine, go home, and cuddle with my puppy. And perhaps continue with the happy dances.
One last note: rediscovering music from a time in your past can be so amazing. I recently remembered that in college I loved Rusted Root, so I tracked down some of their albums to listen to. Hot damn! My poor neighbors, the windows are rattling and the dog is hiding behind the chair, but I don't care. It's awesome music! |
