Music For My Soul

Earlier this week, I had tried every bit of music I owned, but nothing spoke to my soul like I needed it too at this exact time of my life. It was strange, because I love my music and I always find joy listening to it. But everything sounded off to me; it all sounded so hollow. And then it came. I guess you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl. That was the music that spoke to that part of my heart that wouldn’t be stilled. But trust me, as I switched to the local country station, I wanted to gag. What I heard was definitely not country like I remember it. So I rummaged up some George Strait. It doesn’t get any better than that.

And Just Like That, It's Finished

Today officially marks the end of the school groups chapter of my life. Sure, I'll be at my job for another month, but in all reality, today means I am pretty much done. This doesn't mean I'll just sit around, by any means (I'll still work, Liz, I promise!), but my major responsibility has been finished, and now it is just tying up loose ends. It's kind of strange and a little unsettling. After doing something for 2 1/2 years, it becomes familiar and the possibility of something unknown becomes more real as the reality as you know it ends. As I end my time at my job, I am happy and can't wait to be rid of it. At the same time, it is the beginning of a new job for someone else and they are probably kind of excited (I know I was). I am beginning grad school and can hardly wait. But at the same time, those that just graduated are so glad it is over. And so it goes I am sure through all of life. Everything is a time of new beginnings and at the same time an ending somewhere else. I kept thinking all spring, this is going to be the last time I do school groups, I better appreciate it because I know I'll miss it on some level come next fall. However, before I knew it, I was helping the last students practice their spinning with the buddy spindles and sending them to lunch. And then I was done and it was a little uneventful. Although, with the end of school groups I do get to reclaim some of my life back. There are things I'm sure not going to miss, to be sure, but on the whole, it has been quite the time and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The Unbecoming Quality of Anger

[Notice the Friday trend.]

Anyway, the week has been fairly quiet, except for my day where I realized that anger in the heart can lead to no good. There I was, minding my own business, taking kids on tours of the barn, when the very colorful and pretty rooster that I had previously grown quite fond of, tried to attack me. Yes, it came for me. I felt it at my skirt hem. I saw it trying to get me. Word of caution: Don't turn your back on roosters. They may be small, but for some reason they think they can do damage to you. And in all reality they can. Well, this rooster made me really mad. How dare he try and get me when my back was turned? So the anger boiled. It boiled to the point where I had the pitch fork trying to shoo it away, and I thought, "I could actually kill this rooster with this pitch fork." And believe me, for a split second I seriously thought about it. Then reason returned (After all, our caretaker-the lover of all winged creatures-would never speak to me or help me out with anything again. Oh, and it may have upset some school kids to see a rooster stuck with the pitch fork). I then resorted to trying to kick it. You don't feel as bad when you merely kick a rooster, rather than kill it. Sadly, in the process of trying to kick the rooster, I hurt my foot again. [Note: This was the foot I injured playing broom hockey. Yes, I twisted my ankle playing a pretend sport. Now you see why I avoided organized team sports for my entire life.]

The moral of the rooster story: Anger doesn't pay.

Can I Stop Praying For Rain?

This is a question for my dad really (and he doesn't read my blog...go figure). As a daughter of a dry farmer in southeastern Idaho, I was trained from an early age to always pray for moisture. We are always in a drought. But is the drought over? Because seriously, I feel like it is either raining or snowing every other day. Okay, so the snow looks like it has taken a short break (I predict snow in June this year, however), but I have had the little tune "Raindrops keep falling on my head..." running around in my head for quite some time now. I get to work outdoors, so I get to fully appreciate the moisture from heaven at its best. Which translates into wet feet, wet hair, and wet pioneer dress. It also, hopefully, means full reservoirs, green trees, and the beautiful scent of rain. But I really am curious, at what point does a drought end? Because Snowbird is still open for skiing business, apparently.

Seriously Elated

I am officially excited about going to grad school now. That's because I have a small change of plans from Cooperstown and will be moving to Washington DC this fall!!! Hooray! This is what I wanted from the beginning and am now officially accepted. So it's official, I can hardly wait! It's been my dream for awhile now, as Julie can attest! I will be going to George Washington University and studying museum studies. I no longer have to fake excitement for grad school because it is 100% genuine now. Oh, and everyone that was seriously annoyed by incessant "Who wants to go to Thailand?" queries can now rest easy. I no longer need a trip to make me excited about life. This move is pretty much going to do it!