It’s snowing – again. We’re in a winter and a wind advisory watch. We’ll probably “only” get 1-3 inches, but people not far to the East of us can expect up to a foot. Last time it snowed I felt rage, but today I just feel resignation. It’s been a long week and the snow gives me an excuse to relax. I had plans with a friend but she canceled so here I am. I wish I had firewood.
As per usual, I had a number of highs and low this week. One of the bad points was the weather. The others had to do with a reflective sort of mood, which comes with the weather, I think. Overall, the week was good, just busy. For the most part, doing interviews is a high point, and I did three this week. I continue to attend a lot of meetings and meet informally with many people. Already my schedule for next week is full.
A couple of days ago, I scored an old electric (heavy, black) Singer sewing machine with table. I won’t have time to sew anything for a while but if I can find a way to get it back to Oregon with me I can set it next to my guitar and yoga mat and try to make time for all of them next year (never say never!!! Really, seriously.). When I was in elementary school, not only did I participate in 4-H’s Share the Fun Program (see the last Jenny’s Journal), but I learned how to sew and made some smashing outfits – like a pastel floral print jumpsuit/dress made of sweatshirt material. It’s worse than you’re imagining. Trust me. I usually wore it with white sandals and a pink T-shirt underneath it, and during a period in my life where my hair was terribly short; I had HUGE round glasses; and a lovely large split in the middle of two front teeth.
Last night I drove to Grand Forks to have dinner with two great friends – one old (from Sioux Falls), and the other new, who I met here in F-M, and her support and friendship have done wonders for me (she’s now a professor to my old friend). I can talk academic, activist, social service shop with them, which is fun and appreciated.
Despite the late Friday afternoon fatigue, I decided I had enough momentum to maybe go to the gym. As I contemplated this, my (Bosnian) friend called and told me to come over. She’s very persuasive, and I didn’t really want to work out, so I went to her apartment just down the street from me. Her sister was there, and this sister reads coffee grounds (Turkish coffee grounds that are left at the bottom of a cup after you drink the coffee). She was eerily good. She read me/the grounds quite well, saying some surprisingly accurate things about me and my past – and hopefully about my future because I liked what she had to say about it – all good. I’ll get what I want in terms of health, love, family, job, etc. Wonderful! Although I might soon receive a phone call with news that upsets me and a woman in my family who is shorter and heavier than me with longish hair (that she sometimes wears in a pony tail) will receive some bad news (still haven’t figured out who that might be). They tried to get me to go to the Casino with them (according to the sister, Fridays are “hot” days), but I passed. They also invited me to go on a family vacation with them this summer. Very tempting if I could tear myself away.
My immediate future looks something like this: making the move from the chair to the couch to watch “Manda Bala,” a documentary about Brazil, and maybe even a few episodes of Arrested Development or the The Colbert Report as well as the blowing snow. Peace out.
