Well, the complaints are few. Things are so smooth they could almost be called relaxing.
I start a new job next week. I'll be working with CooperRiis's graduate program, in which I'll be support staff for one of the local group homes. I'm leaving the farm. And hitting the city. It's a small city, and just a few minutes away, but a city nonetheless.
As far as the job goes, I'm pretty excited about trying something new and learning about another facet of recovery. It won't be too different from my current role, as I'll still be very much a "mom." Yet, the smaller setting will actually allow it to be more homelike and intimate than the farm sometimes is. I'll also get to occupy the beautiful apartment that is in the basement of the house, so having my own space on my off time is very appreciated. I'll be working with the graduates on developing life skills, cooking, cleaning, etc. Since I haven't cooked in ahwile, as the food is always healthily prepared for us here, I might have a bit of a learning curve. Brushing up on my skills will be good for me too.
The schedule should also allow me time to start studying for the GRE or to take some classes or pick up a new hobby.
Other than that, I've just been swimming, running and organizing a homemade boat race. My team hasn't begun building our boat yet. Any ideas?
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live roosters and rotten goat milk.
whatever happened to rugby?
it's a healing farm, rick!!
well, i wimped out. i haven't played in forever! people were getting hurt and stuff. my fear is very reasonable.
picking up a new hobby eh?
well... if you pick up some clubs then one day when we run into eachother and pass them back and forth in rhythmic and exciting and yet somehow relaxing patterns I'll be like "hey awesome! you learned how to juggle clubs!"
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