Wednesday, March 19, 2008

More Down on the Farm

He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, .I KNOW that He will care for me..
Look closely, they are fighting. Must have forgotten who owns them.
Phots by Nathaniel Kimmel

4 comments:

Roberto said...

Thursday, 20 March 2008

Wow, I spent too much time in the spa. I sat there, staring at the sign warning me not to spend way too much time in there.

Yeah, another night in lovely Chambersburg.

Man... I can't really even think of anything to say. Time for some water and maybe watch LOST.

Vicki said...

Well I was at Tonya's tonight and she challenged me to a game of Wii bowling. I was doing really well and started to get into it. I got a little over zealous and was trying to really throw the ball down the lane.

I slipped on the carpet and slid down into a split... I can't do a split. I kept saying, "Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus," over and over and was holding my leg. I think I pulled my hamstring.

Trevor was more than happy to finish bowling for me. I just laid on the floor thanking God that I didn't break anything as I don't have insurance.

I am the only person I know that gets hurt playing Wii bowling...

Gotta get my heating pad.

Roberto said...

Friday, 21 March 2008

Home... home again... I like to be here, when I can...

I ran into someone I used to work with, in relation to two teenage brother clients, who lived in rural Blairsville, on a farm, and were very into Pink Floyd. I did what I called "Pink Floyd therapy" where we'd lay on their dirty-clothes-covered bedroom floor and listen to Floyd and watch the sun go down, turning the Homer City power plant all golden and looking like the cover of Animals to the point where you almost expected a giant pig to float by.

"Pink Floyd therapy," she said, "and the insurance company not only tolerated you describing treatment like that, but they thought it was great!" We did talk, but engaging 15 and 16 year old guys in conversation about their situations is a llittle different than with an adult. And they were getting better, so no one was complaining.

I'm starting to look at my old job fondly as little nuggets like that, forgetting the real, live, horrors that I dealt with, even sometimes during Pink Floyd therapy. Like Vicki, I'm grateful that God provided me a way out of that. I think my time in that capacity has passed. Like Dilbert, in recent days cartoons, I feel like the soul was being sucked out of me.

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I feel like I've been driving for days... back and forth between Chambersburg and Harrisburg and now home. Got some Chinese food, very little to do this weekend, and three movies from NetFlix. Plus I think I'll catch up on the last couple episodes of LOST, via abc.com. Yeah... just stay inside all weekend.

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See y'all in church!

Vicki said...

Well I am a glutton for punishment. I stopped at Tonya's again for another round of Wii. I am not so good at the boxing. Tennis is ok, but I am getting better at the bowling. I had my highest score ever in bowling... 158.

The Wii is a great invention. It is a way to get the couch potato kids off the couch and getting some exercise. Tonya and I both were complaining of our shoulders hurting. (I think we are a little competative and were getting a little too much into it...) Cameron wound up beating us though...

Good seeing you Sandy. Glad I got my shopping in yesterday, today will be a nightmare.

Well I am watching Flip That House to study up on my new job. Really interesting. I am so excited that I am not going back to social services. I feel like I can breathe again and am so excited and full of energy.

Have a wonderful Easter everyone.