In Berkeley, I am considered a conservative outsider
So what's up with the non-posting? I'm working and I have a cold with an icky throat tickle and exhaustion that gives me Bollywood dreams. That nasty unemployment tension I've been carrying around for four months has eased; now I am holding my breath to May. In the week prior to employment I ironed, de-furred, straightened, packed, repacked my clothes. I love being able to walk into my tiny wardrobe room and being able to pull out something that goes together and end up looking like a real grown up. I have given up on my mad hair. Actually, gave it up years ago. This weekend the Steven & I are going to "The Ranch" for the annual Spring festivities with extended family & friends. We plan on surprising Dad for his 70th birthday. The Ranch is a dry patch of scrub in the Sierra Nevadas. Steven seems to be dreading it. It has been so wet here I reckon the hills will be unusually green and the spring wildflowers might be out. So might the spiders and rattlesnake