tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59560451162008526572024-03-12T17:48:29.216-07:00Wild RumpusingJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.comBlogger1678125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-18252184693824390282021-01-03T23:57:00.002-08:002021-01-03T23:57:42.552-08:00Day 3: How Can I Already Be Behind?I've decided that even though I feel pressure to do all the things I want to do, I will not give in to feeling like I'm behind already.<div><br /></div><div>I did some art today, I worked (trying to finish up a project that needs to be done tomorrow), I watched an episode of "Outlander" which I started yesterday on the recommendation of a friend. I didn't read but I had a headache until about 2 hours ago, so I'm giving myself a break. I'll read some tomorrow. I watched a lesson in Domestika, so I'm prepping for the next activity.</div><div><br /></div><div>So far, so good, really. I still have lots of things I want to do to start this year, but I have always felt that January is the time to reflect and clear out the old year and move into the new.<br /><p><br /><img align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/202/A9EE09A13255273BD19E01D388F16148.png" style="border: 0px;" /><br /></p><br /></div>Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-87808573529260957642021-01-02T22:38:00.001-08:002021-01-02T22:38:34.197-08:00Day 2: Back to the BlogI make no promises to myself about posting daily or regularly - we all know how that usually goes. For now, I'm content to keep posting here.<div><br /></div><div>I still have a raging headache - sinus infection that is clearing up. It makes it hard to concentrate on anything. I want to do some drawing or painting, but if I hold my head to look down at the paper, there is pounding pressure, so I'm holding off. I did some hands (related to my classes online) and posted on FB.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just completed the first season of Bridgerton on Netflix, recommended by my friend Julie. It was quite good, actually. Now I'm looking for the next thing. I think I will settle for some reading tonight. I'm reading the new Fannie Flagg book and will be reading "What Unites Us" by Dan Rather, which I started and stopped. My goal is to record what I'm reading, watching and listening to to help track movement in life since I'm not going anywhere or doing anything really of note otherwise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other notables:</div><div>Current favorite song: La La Latch - Pentatonix, New Year's Day - Pentatonix</div><div>Musical I'm listening to: Dear Evan Hanson</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm grateful to have a long weekend, although I wish I'd taken another day off. I hope my headache goes away soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><p><br /><img align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/202/A9EE09A13255273BD19E01D388F16148.png" style="border: 0px;" /><br /></p><br /></div>Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-76634120369388465902021-01-01T15:36:00.005-08:002021-01-01T15:36:54.083-08:00Farewell, 2020! Welcome, 2021!Happy New Year! It is 2021 - FINALLY!<div><br /></div><div>While I don't believe that the changing of the year waves a magic do-over wand and erases the terrible things that have happened in 2020, I do think the changing of the year opens us up to new hope.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think that all of the things 2020 brought us are bad - if we had to go through some of these things (cultural reckoning, pandemic, climate change realities hitting home), we needed to learn something and take whatever good we could out of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am taking a renewed sense of connection with me into 2021. I have made contact with a lot of folks in my life who I have not been in close contact with for a long time. Some people, I'm in regular contact with now, some periodic, some just a hello text once in a while. Regardless of the proximity, I feel my people around me more than I did.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am taking with me a creative drive that I haven't felt in a long time. I am missing theatre and interpreting theatre something fierce - it is the one thing that still consistently makes me cry. But I am bringing in art and drawing, and other creative pursuits - stretching and growing. I like that. It feels right.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm bringing in more music to my life - mostly Pentatonix and musical theatre stuff (Hamilton, Dear Evan Hanson, Les Miserables) but music is so healing. It helps calm me and helps me sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have way more ideas and plans for the new year than I should and I know that I will fall down on some of them, but some of them I won't! That's growth right there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, welcome to 2021! May we find some hope and peace and eventually, some hugs in real life.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOuUdjBoV_g/X--x4gErK7I/AAAAAAAAD74/4uXpwieSfcgeV9NHk-51MbU53pWzcwB5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/January%2B1%2B2020%2Bselfie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOuUdjBoV_g/X--x4gErK7I/AAAAAAAAD74/4uXpwieSfcgeV9NHk-51MbU53pWzcwB5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/January%2B1%2B2020%2Bselfie.jpg" /></a></div><div><p><img align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/202/A9EE09A13255273BD19E01D388F16148.png" style="border: 0px;" /></p><br /></div>Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-46084517282174163172020-10-19T17:56:00.002-07:002020-10-19T17:56:22.996-07:00Falling as a Theme in My Life<br /><p>Apparently, falling is a theme in my life now. It's been a while, but the thought is never far from my mind. While I don't really talk about it much, fear of falling, physically and metaphorically, is a big deal for me.</p><p>On Sunday morning, I ended up falling backwards down part of a 1/2 flight of stairs. About 4 steps really. I was backing down the stairs - don't ask - and missed the next step. Next thing you know, I'm on the floor in the kitchen. I landed on my back and left arm. I can totally feel it in my back, neck, and my left arm. </p><p>I know that falling down is a sign of stress for me. It used to be car accidents. I guess falling is better? It means I'm not paying as much attention to my physical safety because I'm distracted by the lack of mental safety I'm feeling.</p><p>Honestly, I could go to bed right now and not get up for another year and I'm not sure I would feel better. But I get up every day and get dressed. Like, full-on dressed. With pants. Clothes I would wear outside. Even working from home, I get up and get dressed and wear shoes every. single. day. If I don't, I would slip into the oblivion and never be seen again. Can't let that happen. So, dressed it is. No falling down that rabbit hole. (See what I did there?)</p><p>Anyway, I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do about my stress level yet. I have tried a million things, but I feel there is more to be done. </p><p>On the positive side, I received an unexpected bonus from work and I selfishly spent a little on myself. I purchased an iPod Touch. I have been missing my iPod nano since i left it on the last airplane I rode on. I don't like having my music on my phone and it has been frustrating me, plus I don't like using up my phone battery for that when I might need it for communication. My iPod arrived a day early and I LOVE IT. Music has been one of the things that has soothed me since this pandemic began. Being able to carry it in my pocket and NOT be limited to whatever can be streamed makes me happy.</p><p>So, here's to not falling and music.<br /><img align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/202/A9EE09A13255273BD19E01D388F16148.png" style="border: 0px;" /><br /></p><br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-63438641906516777162020-10-17T22:48:00.000-07:002020-10-17T22:48:19.563-07:00So, 2020. So, 2020. <div><br /></div><div>Yeah. Indescribable, really. Devastating. Lonely. Scary. Political. Contentious. Creative. Inventive. Collaborative. Agonizingly slow and fast at the same time. Disorienting. Disheartening.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pandemic. Social reckoning. Massive political and social unrest. Fires.</div><div><br /></div><div>I figured I should put something down for posterity. I don't have too much to say about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is not normal. It is not okay. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saving graces:</div><div><br /></div><div>My interpreter coffee chat group (now online until further notice). Friends. Zoom. "Hamilton" An American Musical" (also known as Hamilfilm) on Disney+. Pentatonix releasing music for a good part of the summer. YouTube. Empathy. "Some Good News" before they stopped doing it on YouTube. Did I mention Pentatonix?</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, this is just a marker. I'd tell some stories or something but March - July are relatively indistinguishable from each other. Then "Hamilton" was released. Then Pentatonix music a little while after that. The days are long but days off are kind of meaningless - all the same stuff, pretty much. Working from home (boo). </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe someday I will look back and have some way to talk about all of this in some meaningful way. Right now, I don't, but I wanted to pop in and say something for that weird day in the future when I'm looking back and I wonder why I didn't write anything in 2020.<p><br /><img align="right" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/202/A9EE09A13255273BD19E01D388F16148.png" style="border: 0px;" /></p><br /></div>Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-90092651269370795232017-05-29T17:47:00.003-07:002017-05-29T17:47:43.826-07:00Soul Stirrings after a Literal Fall<br />
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I wish I could claim this powerful sentence as my own, but I have to give credit to Doc Luben, a poet I found somewhat accidentally in the echo chamber of my Facebook. Here is the full <a href="https://doclubenpoetry.tumblr.com/post/90701663175/14-lines-from-love-letters-or-suicide-notes">poem</a>.<br />
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I have a lot more to say about this but I don't have words today. My heart is stirring today for lots of reasons. I hope I'll come back and work through it. Or share. For now, though, I'm just going to leave it here so it doesn't eat away at me.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-25264866705313208242017-04-30T16:00:00.001-07:002017-04-30T16:00:59.595-07:00Finding My Voice, Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the last three months, several people have asked me about the blog - my sorely neglected blog. First, I had no real idea that anyone out there really was paying much attention to me out here in the blogosphere. Secondly, I think it must be a sign as I have been feeling a little lost recently. Which is strange, right? I have so much in my life - I am so blessed. At the same time, even in recognizing my blessings, I sometimes feel like I am losing my own authentic voice. Not through any means of oppression or anything nefarious. Just that I am generally representing the voice of others. Which I love. How could I be an interpreter and not appreciate that I have the opportunity to amplify the voice of folks who may not always be heard without an avenue simply because of language barriers?<br />
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No, the real reason I feel like I am losing my voice is just that the stories and thoughts that I have stay internal most of the time. It's my own sense of propriety that creates this weird imbalance. At the same time, that I have been asked, that I have felt like I need to express myself...these two things in combination are enough to nudge me gently in the direction of the blog. I had originally switched to Facebook for my meandering thoughts, but again, I feel that is a place where the stage lights are bright. This, too, is the internet - if someone wants to find me, they can. But they have to look. And be purposeful. Facebook is a different animal. So, I'm back. Who knows how often. Who knows what I will do or say? I just feel compelled. I still have stories to tell. I still have art to do. Books to read. Thoughts to work through.<br />
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So, let's see what happens.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-43415747112413923292017-01-03T23:02:00.002-08:002017-01-03T23:02:50.345-08:00January 2017<br />
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I have two things I'm trying to do this month. Well, that's not true. I have a bunch of things but they are NOT resolutions. They are things I'm trying to do.<br />
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So for today, two things:<br />
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Read "That's Not What I Meant" by Deborah Tannen for my professional book group that is sort of a 2016 failure. I need to read a little more than 7 pages a day to finish it in January. That shouldn't be too difficult. I hope.<br />
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Read " Americanah" by Chimananda Ngozi Adichie for "the art of activism" book group with Patti Digh. I want to work to be a better ally. I need to read 21 pages per day to complete the book this month.<br />
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So that's it. That's what I'm trying to do. I'm sure there will be strange new unexpected obstacles but I'm going to find a way. Now, off to read my daily pages.Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-37853688570658364102016-11-16T21:56:00.003-08:002016-11-16T21:56:28.410-08:00Falling Hurts<br />
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2016 has been a year of falling. And falling. And falling. And getting up. Today, I felt like maybe I wasn't learning the lesson - that maybe getting up ISN'T the point. I talked myself out of that, but it wasn't easy.<br />
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I have had two physical falls in the last couple of months. Yesterday, I took a very bad fall while on a work trip. Like call the EMTs, bleeding, totally scary, still shaky today, kind of fall. And I got back up again. But I am changed.<br />
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I realized today that this is how it happens. You fall (physically, mentally, spiritually) and it HURTS. And you are vulnerable. And you have to trust people will help you up. And they do. But you lose a little faith - in yourself, in your ability to cope, in your ability to get up. And then you don't want to take a path that isn't perfectly laid out, that isn't smooth as glass, that doesn't have 100% visibility. It's too dangerous. So you don't take that road. You don't take any road. And then the world gets a little smaller. And so does hope. And faith. And trust.<br />
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I realized today that I feel like I am disappearing. And that is unacceptable. But I don't know how to stop it. Falling HURTS. And I have been doing it all year. I can't do it much longer and that scares me, too. I am going to take some time to reflect on all of this. I have been ignoring some signals and I guess the real point is that I can't ignore them any longer.<br />
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I think I might be visiting here a bit more often right now. This is kind of a good place to reflect on some things.<br />
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Here are the treasures that made it through the BookFest selection process. I'm quite proud of my selections and feel very inspired to read these books. I have a goal to start one soon, but I do have the usual show to interpret, full-time job and job "on-the-side" which sometimes puts reading for pleasure on the back burner.</div>
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Since last year saw the end to our traditional meal at a Chinese restaurant called Hunan (they closed for good), we went to Thai food this year and it was DELISH!</div>
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I know I've been away for a while, and I can't say I'll post here regularly, but I do think I'm interested in exploring what I might have to say now. I feel like I'm in a wildly different place now which is exciting.<br />
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For anyone who still checks back, I thank you. I hope to be here more often in the near future!<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-39453712486225539322015-03-04T18:05:00.001-08:002015-03-04T18:05:49.999-08:00Losing My Voice - Literally2015 has not been kind. It could certainly be much worse, so don't misunderstand my intent here. With a family member having a medical crisis, I have felt every single moment since the year began. Then there was a storm that knocked down part of the fence between my house and the neighbor's. Then there was a whole "bugs in the mailbox" incident which I won't go into here. I've had a couple of shows, lots of work...lots and lots of work. Recently, someone was getting ready to introduce me to a panel and they asked me, "What do you do?" When I started listing the regular things I am involved in that were related, I stopped at eight. That is too many things.<br />
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THEN, a tree fell down in the yard. I guess it was wet and the roots weren't big enough to hold it. I woke up, got dressed to go to work, opened the front door and saw a tree laying in the front yard. My tires on my car are giving me problems - I have to go fill them with air every three days or so.<br />
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So, last week, I got a cold that turned into laryngitis. Everyone's answer to that is, "Well, at least you can sign." But when the guy drove into the garbage can this weekend and smashed it to smithereens, I realized that calling the garbage company would be a trick. Or calling the doctor to make an appointment to find out what the heck is going on with my voice. So, when I heard a conversation today about some changes that will be happening in a significant part of my life, it shouldn't be surprising that I FREAKED OUT. I just started crying and couldn't stop for like an hour. Ugh. That didn't help with the congestion I already had. Luckily, I have good friends I could vent to (via text) so I'm feeling better.<br />
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I went to the doctor today and it was confirmed - acute laryngitis and upper respiratory illness. I am resigned to 7-10 days of complete vocal rest. It's bizarre how weird it feels. Not being able to speak makes me want to call EVERYONE. I NEVER call people, so the reaction is somewhat unexpected.<br />
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Anyway, I'm pondering this turn of events. A lot has happened that I can't really include here, but enough to make me think that I'm supposed to be learning something and taking these opportunities for self-reflection.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-30785908268852208492014-09-28T15:40:00.001-07:002014-09-28T15:41:50.719-07:00"Tick Tick Boom" and the PastI think it is such an interesting thing to know that we only really know our own reality. We sometimes have glimpses into other people's lives, worlds, beliefs, but mostly, we have our own experiences and we think they are pretty normal. At least that has been true for me. I never stopped to think about the fact that I spent my younger life in some pretty unconventional ways with some pretty unconventional people. Sometimes, there was danger and luckily, I was too naive to know the reality of those dangers.<br />
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As I have been rehearsing for the touring production of "Kinky Boots" and as I went to see Triangle Production's "Tick Tick Boom" (written by Jonathan Larson of "Rent" fame), I have been looking back at some of my youthful life experiences and sort of realizing, not only is my life really, really different now, but I have finally come to understand that my early twenties were fairly a-typical. I'm fine with that as it made me the person I am today. I miss some of the spontaneity of those times as well as some of the wildness. I wasn't really wild, but I was in wild circumstances, at times, and I was able to go with it. These days, I feel very married to my rules and conventions, my routines, my predictable paths.<br />
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"Tick Tick Boom" was a really good reminder of those days. I could especially relate to this song, "Louder than Words":<br />
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Why do we play with fire?<br />
Why do we run our finger through the flame?<br />
Why do we leave our hand on the stove<br />
Although we know we're in for some pain?<br />
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Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light<br />
When the streets are dangerous?<br />
Why does it take an accident<br />
Before the truth gets through to us?<br />
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Cages or wings<br />
Which do you prefer?<br />
Ask the birds<br />
Fear or love, baby?<br />
Don't say the answer<br />
Actions speak louder than words<br />
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Why should we try to be our best<br />
When we can just get by and still gain?<br />
Why do we nod our heads<br />
Although we know<br />
The boss is wrong as rain?<br />
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Why should we blaze a trail<br />
When the well worn path<br />
Seems safe and so inviting?<br />
How as we travel, can we<br />
See the dismay<br />
And keep from fighting?<br />
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Cages or wings?<br />
Which do you prefer?<br />
Ask the birds<br />
Fear or love, baby?<br />
Don't say the answer<br />
Actions speak louder than words<br />
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What does it take<br />
To wake up a generation?<br />
How can you make someone<br />
Take off and fly?<br />
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If we don't wake up<br />
And shake up the nation<br />
We'll eat the dust of the world<br />
Wondering why, why<br />
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Why do we stay with lovers<br />
Who we know, down deep<br />
Just aren't right?<br />
Why would we rather<br />
Put ourselves through Hell<br />
Than sleep alone at night?<br />
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Why do we follow leaders who never lead?<br />
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?<br />
If we're so free, tell me why?<br />
Someone tell me why<br />
So many people bleed?<br />
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Cages or wings?<br />
Which do you prefer?<br />
Ask the birds<br />
Fear or love, baby?<br />
Don't say the answer<br />
Actions speak louder than<br />
Louder than, louder than<br />
Louder than, louder than<br />
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Fear or love baby?<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-55977543220783584522014-06-15T00:33:00.004-07:002014-06-15T00:36:58.979-07:00Where Do I Begin?When I was in high school, I used to write a ton when I was unhappy or thinking about stuff or feeling lonely or just experiencing the usual teenage angst. When I was happy, when I was feeling like life was going my way, there was so much less to write about. Not because it wasn't important, but because I was busy living instead of writing about living.<br />
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These days, I find that the same is true. I am finding ways to inhabit my days. Not in any special way, not in super memorable ways. Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. But importantly, I am inhabiting my life. For a long time, I didn't feel like I was.<br />
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I have been noticing this in large and small ways. One funny thing was that I noticed that for a long time, I didn't really have any pictures of myself - either with people or alone. That seems weird, but in this age of selfies and digital photos, it seemed notable in some way. Then suddenly, a couple of months ago, in some moments of extreme joy, photos started appearing. Smiling, happy photos. Photos where I am me and not afraid to show my true self. I know it sounds a little narcissistic. That's not my intention. I just felt like I disappeared for a while. And now, I'm back.<br />
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Friends, life is good. It isn't always easy. It isn't always fun. But life is good.<br />
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Christopher Robinson, Todd Agan and I at the Bowmer after interpreting "The Sign in Sydney Brustein's Window". Intense show, intense experience. Fantastic. Makes me miss being "just" an interpreter.</div>
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I should read up on the origin of the saying...<br />
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Fickle, right?<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-23627682853353442172014-02-19T00:11:00.001-08:002014-02-19T00:11:05.176-08:00100 HappyDays Day 2: iPhone for workWhen I started working at my place of business almost 10 years ago, I was given a TMobile Sidekick II for work purposes. It was an early precursor to the smart phones of today. I loved that stupid thing. Easy to use - lots of features. My hands didn't feel too big for it, I could hit all the keys...there WERE keys. After 5 years, I still had my sidekick - in nearly mint condition, until TMobile turned off the Danger network. They got bought out by Microsoft or something and they no longer supported the sidekick network. I literally had the thing on until the moment they turned off the service one evening at midnight.<br />
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Luckily, I was in California, working at my corporate headquarters. Everyone in IT was snickering at me for being one of the last holdouts, but they seemed to understand my reluctance to change. I was given a Blackberry Curve in exchange for my beloved Sidekick II. It was not a love match.<br />
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Blackberry is small and has keys, yes. But it took me a long time to figure out how to TURN IT ON and OFF. Embarrassing, yes, but honestly, I tried everything and apparently, I just didn't hold down the buttons long enough. My fingers are too big for the buttons, so I never could really use it for sending emails or texts. Everything about it seemed like more work. And Blackberry didn't support AIM or if it did, it was too difficult to figure out. My love affair with smart phones was over.<br />
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Now, almost exactly four years later, I have been forced to give up Blackberry. For some reason, about two weeks ago, the phone decided to stop delivering any email messages. It still reminds me of all my appointments, but no emails. And texts are intermittant and randomly disappear for no reason. I have a weird text from a former student from 3 years ago, but an employee message from last week disappeared. No rhyme or reason to any of it.<br />
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When I contacted my IT guy and told him that Blackberry was acting up, his response was, "GAH! You STILL have a Blackberry? Let's get rid of that. I will send you an iPhone. What color do you want?"<br />
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I didn't expect a color option but I asked for yellow. Or pink. I thought those would be happy colors. After the iPhone was sent to the building we were in 5 years ago, it finally arrived today. I was all prepared for my yellow iPhone - almost excited, but daunted by learning a new and foreign technology. When I opened the box, I found this:<br />
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Although it isn't yellow or pink, I think it suits me perfectly. It is a toned down version of the color of my current handbag, just a little less...bright.<br />
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So, today, this is Day 2 of my #100happydays.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-83572013163928927832014-02-17T19:05:00.004-08:002014-02-17T19:06:17.876-08:00Lemmings and 100HappyDaysI generally avoid joining in the line of people leaping into memes or activities for whatever random reason, however, as I get older, I am coming to see that there is a beauty in participating in something that other people find useful, fun, beneficial, etc. I also like having a bit of a challenge to keep me on track.<br />
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So, call me a lemming, I don't care. A friend posted a link to <a href="http://100happydays.com/">100HappyDays</a> on Facebook today and it intrigued me - I think it was the Happy and the YELLOW!! Either way, I'm going to try it. It asks people to use a hashtag, which I still don't really understand. What if no one else has the same hashtag as you? It seems like people are creating them all the time... Well, I'm not letting that hold me back. I'm all over stuff that helps me focus on being grateful and happy in the life I have.<br />
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#100HappyDays Day 1 for Jean:<br />
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My February Snow Day List for 2014<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-16558799795829750422014-02-06T23:59:00.000-08:002014-02-07T01:42:00.260-08:00Snowpocolypse 2014Seems like every couple of years we have a snow "event" and somehow, I never learn my lesson.<br />
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They thought the snow was going to come in at around 3:00pm, but it started WAY EARLY. I finally left work at 1:30pm and made it home by 6:30pm. I had music, radio news, a good heater, a full tank of gas and lots of patience. I just decided I would make it home safe and try not to stress out.<br />
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I drove from Vancouver, WA to my home via I-5 South to 405. I couldn't get onto Sunset Highway because the onramp was filled with spin outs after 2 hours sitting at a standstill on the top deck of the Fremont Bridge. Ugh. When I realized that the Frement lane I was in was not moving (for like an hour), I moved over and then heard on the radio that there was an accident just on the west side of the tunnel, so no wonder! So I took the 6th Street exit as it was getting dark out and drove Barbur Boulevard around to the Burlingham Fred Meyer and took that road up behind the Fred Meyer to go down to Beaverton Hillsdale Highway and then all the way home.<br />
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I have photos on my Blackberry, but the email function isn't working, so I'm trying to figure out how to get them transferred off the phone. It was 16 degrees out when I got home. There were about 4-5 inches of snow and it was still coming down. Tomorrow looks to be another mess, so we'll see what it looks like in the morning.<br />
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Be safe out there. I will be packing an overnight bag to keep in the car for next time. You'd think I would have already done that. Denial is a powerful thing.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-59511804427797840682014-01-20T22:42:00.001-08:002014-01-20T22:42:02.665-08:00Art ProjectsSo, right now, I'm working on the Brene Brown/Oprah LifeCourse - "The Gifts of Imperfection", which includes some art journaling. I don't think I will always post what I do as it is supposed to be very personal work, but for now, I'm willing to share some of what I'm doing. I'm also doing "The Documented Life" Project but I'm behind and I already didn't know how to do something and did it wrong already. I'm trying to get over myself about that (this is related to the class that I don't want to pay a monthly fee for). I'm also working with another art journal which is helping me to get over the problems I have been having with "The Decorated Life" planner (from here on out, TDL planner).<br />
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Anyway, here are some works in progress photos:<br />
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First, "Les Miserables" is good every. single. time. It just is. The only reason I didn't bawl was because I was working on my art journal and planner. I finished putting washi tape on the edge of the planner - it looks cool, although I looked at the photos of some of the other participants and I have no idea how they got them all so even and perfect. I have a couple of pages that frustrated me to no end, but I decided that a little imperfection was good for me.<br />
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Then, I decided I wanted to access a class that was showing some techniques for decorating the planner, but I found that the hosting place where I need an account to access the class (supposed to be free) just changed to $25/month. I'm just not into paying monthly fees for things like that, so I struggled mightily with myself before deciding it wasn't worth it.<br />
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I'm kind of excited about this art stuff that I'm doing now - it just feels good again. I'm really focused on letting the activity itself be the part that is meaningful - not just the end result. Imperfections are allowed. It's such a stretch for me, but I'm getting there.<br />
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Today, the Brene Brown ecourse started. "The Gifts of Imperfection". I'm doing it again and taking the second part, as well. I'm very excited to do this again - more time and more commitment to it this time.<br />
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Photos later this week, I hope.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-11884383617591330622014-01-10T23:59:00.000-08:002014-01-11T00:10:20.826-08:00Behind Already but Giving Myself a BreakI'm starting some art projects and some other stuff and I'm already a bit behind. I sometimes can't keep up when I'm trying to get ready for a show, so I just decided to give myself the extra time. I want to be sure to photograph my progress on some of it and I have already missed a couple of steps, but it's all good.<br />
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I'm disappointed that I can't do one of the classes I was hoping to do. It was not very expensive, but you have to sign up for a NING account - they used to be free accounts but now it is $25/month to have an account. I just can't see spending that money, even though I really had wanted to take the class. The instructor originally thought that NING provided FREE accounts, but turns out that NING just changed and revoked all free services. Kind of a bummer.<br />
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Anyway, I hope to be posting some photos over the weekend. I'm feeling the itch to get my hands a little dirty.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-10742859933519410312014-01-09T23:59:00.000-08:002014-01-11T00:06:19.406-08:00Happy Birthday, DadToday was my dad's birthday. I miss him.<br />
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Here's a photo from way back when...my Mom, me and my Dad. My sister must have been nearby, but she didn't make it into this photo. I'm not sure why my mother looks so pissed off... My dad didn't like to be in photos much, so there aren't a ton of them.<br />
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I had a show today, as well. It went okay. It was "Evita", which is not one of my favorites. I decided I probably won't interpret it the next time it comes around. Just too many cons - even though the cast was very good.<br />
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<br />Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04166579756256826690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956045116200852657.post-45541239536990355722014-01-08T23:55:00.001-08:002014-01-08T23:55:10.905-08:00Good Memories after 18 Years<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It is incomprehensible to me that Roby died 18 years ago. I didn't know how I would make it through those first minutes, hours, days, months. The years pass and I never forget, but I do have access to all the good things about him, all the good times we had. I've never had a day when I woke up and thought about calling him before I remembered that he was gone. I've never accidentally dialed the phone to call him before realizing. It is always there, in my blood, in the skin and bones of who I am as a human being. But again, so is all the goodness, all the humor, all the laughter, the great stories, the dumb things we did because we were young. All of that is woven into me. I'm so glad to have known him. I'm so glad to feel confident that he knew how much I loved him and how much love he brought to me in his short life. I know that he knew that before he died. I know he felt me with him until and after his last breath. I know that he knows I remember him every day. What else could I really ask for?<br />
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