Green Light Go

Finally after nearly 18 months on hyper speed, life is almost normal.  I am beginning to come up for air.   Seems that work and home have synchronized in a temporarily lull.  I found myself reading this week in my spare time--I read 3 books this week. Partly because I spent over 20 hours in a car over 5 days, and simply because the sound ticker on my perpetual list maker must be turned way down.The books a trilogy I borrowed from my daughter called the Immortal Instruments, a teenage story of demon hunters, werewolves, vampires, fey, and warlocks-and some forbidden attractions.  I enjoyed it despite myself-I thought of it the teenage equivalent of another one of my favorite guilty pleasures-Karen Marie Monings Fever Series.  It felt good to immerse myself in an alternate world, and I found myself wondering, how had I gotten to busy to read.  In fact I have been to busy to do alot of things--I miss my friends, my quiet time, my writing time and photography time. I owe the Dallas Poets Community a Winter 2012 newsletter, my friend Pat pictures of her daughter, my friend Bart a print of  his wife, my friends LaDonna and Trish, birthday presents, my friend Theresa a breakfast...a visit to Greenville to see Kelly Jo and Patty and a trip to Louisiana to see my Uncle.  Well perhaps the list ticker isn't turned off-it's just redirecting itself from the extreme focus I have had on work and getting Rachael prepared for college.   Good news is that the regulation is in review for at least the next 90 days (maybe more), my mid March deadlines are on target, and my daughter has settled on 2 schools (either one she indicated she would be happy with).  Both schools states away--but have her degree and for the first time in her life, dyslexia support.  We are waiting to see if she qualified for any scholarships before she makes the final decision.  One school is more expensive and she will have to take a loan for the difference, but ultimately we are leaving the choice to her. She has grown to be a mostly intelligent caring young woman ( I am so proud of you Rach) and it is time for her to stand on her own.  We are mostly groovy.