This is a link to a new article about the chuch through which Sarah & I have found community here in NC. Check it out!
http://acts29network.org/article/121-church–winston-salem-nc/This is a mere 30 seconds of a freaking cricket who has literally been going for 9 hours non-stop somewhere in our utility closet. Yes, fall is near, etc. etc., but this is REALLY annoying, especially b/c he knows exactly when we lay down to go to sleep (he’s quiet during the day! Last night was night #2). How do they have this much energy? When will he die?
318ti being towed to a shop this morning. I’m not sure what’s the issue. Battery won’t hold a charge, engine/radiator fan won’t run. Regardless, God has provided ways to get around, in addition to freeing up some add’l tuition funds to help find more reliable transportation. It’s just frustrating. Life goes on…
seen on Twitter this a.m., stuck in my head:
The outside of the same building as pictured last time… again, where all my classes are this semester. IPhone photo.
Here I am, day two of graduate school. It’s going well so far, but I’m quickly discovering how busy I’ll potentially be. The courses in therapeutic recreation all appear to be interesting, with the exception of an undergrad medical terminology class, required b/c my B.S. is in an unrelated field. The profs are all great though, unlike a certain developmental psych instructor I had last fall @ PVCC.
The photo is of the health & human performance building, from the inside, obviously. It has classrooms, offices, gyms, the pool, etc. It’s old, but not bad… there are a few accessibility issues but nothing major. It’s tough though. Today is a day that my spinal cord injury is really weighing on me, and I fear that it may throughout much of my stay here. It’s difficult to sit in a chair when there’s energy and desire built up inside of me to do something active & exhausting… yet there is no easy way to hop up & do something… and so many people in this building are apparently keeping in shape. Blah. Anyway, just a little vent. I wish life was different. All I did was bruise a bundle of nerves no larger than the diameter of your pinky. I have one more class, 5:30-8:20. I thought it started @ 5. It’s 5:21. I’m going in. Hopefully a little pack of Craisins & an Odwalla bar will give me the energy to keep rockin’apparently 3hrs in the freezer will turn a Yuengling into a slushie… this is Sarah’s dad.