Jayne Doodles

I'm Hobbes! I'm Hobbes! Oh, happy day.

You scored as Hobbes. You are Hobbes! Resourceful, laid back, optimistic, understanding, and able to put up with Calvin on a day-to-day basis. You are the best type of friend, someone who you can get in fights with and look at comic books with, someone who will send prank letters to you through the mail and someone who heads over cliffs with you. What more could anyone ask for? Hobbes 100% Mrs. Wormwood 71% Mom and Dad 68% Susie 61% Calvin 57% What Calvin & Hobbes character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

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Odd Dreams

Every once in a while I have some really strange dreams, and last night was the night for it.  From what I remember, my brain flashed in (what felt like) slow succession from madly writing blog posts, to feverishly applying to graduate schools, to being chased by a weasel, to dancing at a ball in London.  In jeans.  There was also a large flying pirate ship in there somewhere, a mix of Peter Pan and Pirates of the Caribbean. 

I don't do freudian dream interpretation, and I can mostly figure out why I dreamed about something based on what I was thinking or reading in the previous couple of weeks.  Obviously blog posting and graduate schools is fairly easy, but Weasels?!?  Pirates I think is a reference to a book I was reading, and London as well.  Dancing, though.  Hmm. 

A coworker has just hooted at my dream description, and says I have a "fertile mind"...  :-)

Mountains

View of the Cascade mountains from Seattle, looking towards Bellevue.

More of the Cascades.

And my own Mount Rainier, in all its pristine glory. 

Hailing from the ends of the earth

Well, hello there, friends.  I'm popping my head out of the black hole of nothingness for a moment to update you on what's happening in Doodle-land.  My head has been residing in a doodle-free zone for a week and a bit now, and in combination, real life has intruded with startling...um...intrusiveness(!) into my blog time.  Yeah. 

Anyway.  My last post mentioned packing for moving, and since then I actually have moved myself out of the third-story no-elevator domicile, and taken up residence for the remainder of November with my cousin in Kirkland, which is the town I hope to live in.  I am fortunate in my choice of guesthouses, as I am properly spoiled and allowed all sorts of treats, like wireless internet access and 900 channels of cable with free movies. 

On top of moving, I've been taking a Spanish review class.  This will hopefully knock all my hard-earned language skills back into shape, so that as I look at graduate schools, I will be able to speak in the language that I say I know.  I love the class, but homework was a concept I was happy to put behind me.  And now it's back.  Grrr. 

That doesn't sound like a whole lot, but when you add in various one-time-only obligations and a general exhaustion of mind and body, it adds up pretty quick.  Plus applications!  Ginormous applications to graduate schools!  They suck the life right out of you and fling you to your knees!

I find that when I'm in "transition mode," I feel much less resilient - I need more time to hunker down and deal with life.  This set of moves, (since I'll be moving again in less than a month) is not allowing me the extra space I usually take to deal with these changes.  I discover myself in the midst of multiple necessary commitments and several growing or changing friendships.  It's a bit unsettling, but I think it's good for me. 

Enough navel-gazing.  As I mentioned before, most of my serious posting is happening at Stackable Bards right now, so if you're in the mood for political commentary and other such stuff, pop over there and see what they've got. 

If you're interested in Jayne's doodles, though, you've come to the right place.  I'm glad for your company.  :-)