Sunday, April 18, 2010

Writing History

I've spent the past three hours cutting out Calcium bookmarks for a children's fair at the zoo. Yes, you heard right.

Things are thankfully, and unfortunately for the workload, coming to a close with classes. Next week I have a paper due in my Biology of Human Aging on 'changes in metabolism as you age' that requires only peer reviewed articles. I haven't started. I work better under a bit of pressure, and obviously working on bookmarks for tomorrow is more important than a paper, ha.

I did a health fair at the YMCA today and again doing things tomorrow at the zoo. No telling when you'll work.

Came home to find the house smells of nearly burnt chicken which is funny considering I'm actually skillful in the kitchen. So what if I like to experiment and end up messing up, it's all about the experience along the way, right? It is both a blessing and a curse that no one but myself had to eat the chicken concoction I created. Wizardly in the kitchen...until I find out the smoke point of Pam happens sooner than the smoke point of EVOO [yeah, I abbreviated extra virgin olive oil].

It's been raining the past three days and while it does not make for a productive week/end I have found that it is comforting. The constant blowing wind took the day off to pass drops of water from the clouds. My slowly dirtying car has received its own car wash, no more red dirt particles or pollen. The dormant grass is turning green and the weather is as it would be at home [mid 50s]. It is comforting and the growing amounts of green almost reminds me of home, trees, grass, rain on the windshield of the car. No howling, just silence.

The longer I am here experiencing the weather Oklahoma has to offer I'm determining that I really am writing my own history, making my own story, and coming up with things. Oklahoma, the chapter after my undergrad, the chapter after CCHS, and so on and so on. I'm not saying my story is meant for a biography - I'm not fast paced or fascinating [I have one speed...slow] but it is something I will be proud to say I took the leap of faith to apply for and experience.

Writing a story worth reading, a story with a [hopefully] happy ending.

Write on.

MYLYB

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