First Life

Last night, for some unkown reason, the people below me were extremely noisy until about 2am or so - I woke up feeling horrid after a night of thrashing. Anyway, went off to work, and after I'd been there a few minutes (working on files blechh) Elizabeth M came in to see me. [She's the friend who was a nun when she started to work here, and invited me to dine at the priory. I said I'd like to, but added, "I'm not very religious," to which she replied, "It's ok - neither am I." Hah!] I asked if Mr. Yazzie is nice, and she said very nice indeed. I wonder how he came to be so far from home - I should ask if he's been here for a while.
Alex came in and saw me, "One of my favorite people!" Elizabeth said I was one of her favorites, too. Alex: "I was going to bring you a bouquet of roses..." Me: "But you didn't pass any cemetaries on the way to work." We had a good laugh. I guess I should've seen it coming - Alex has been made the teacher of 7th grade for half the day. Thanh is the other teacher.

It's a beautiful day - perfect weather. The lake is blue-green and choppy. It has always been a lovely drive out to my house - the towering trees refreshed the soul. I was shocked to see that there has been a huge amount of clearcutting that has - all of a sudden - destroyed trees, beauty, and the balm for the soul. Damn them all to Hell - those who hold the earth in such contempt.