A Day in the Life

Sitting at Back Roads thinking about the difference between Chiang Mai's coffee shops and Hayward's... Wow. Okay, so I can't type today. At all!!!
 I think the biggest prob is wondering if someone is watching over your shoulder the whole time... Like, they can actually read what I'm writing in this country. Dude. I think I should move to the other side of the room so my back is to the wall *walls can't read*.
 I finally got that call today. The one where I say "Yes, of course, what time works best for you? I can make that work, yes. See you then!" And as soon as I hang up I think through the whole conversation. And wonder if I'd hire myself if I was Steve, after talking to me. I have an interview at two on Thursday... Which means leaving from my mid week vacation at the cabin earlier than the others. And driving home by myself. I'm gonna have Mom let me drive on the way up. I don't wanna do Duluth for the first time alone. There would be advantages though... Like no one else getting killed if I smash the whole jeep into tiny little bits.
 Mom and Dad just got back last night from a weekend up there. They say there is snow. Lots of snow. More snow than Hayward. Like. a. lot. more. (Yeah, I know I sound like I'm going crazy. I wonder why I would sound like that!???)

At the Cabin

 There is an NBCC meeting tonight. I'm looking forward to actually sitting and talking and not chasing kiddos around. It's been a very very long time since we had a meeting. Like, 6? months. Too long.
 *this coffee is good!*
I'm beginning to get whiplash trying to make this post connect. Sorry. Tis what my whole life is like right now. I tried making a list the other day of everything I've done in the last few weeks. I gave up. What's the point?
 I was going to call CAM today... If Steve didn't call. I was all geared to pack my bags and head off to some place where it is already spring and hang drywall or make meals for the next three months. Steve called.
 Carolyn Martins... Noah's girl. Asked me to play piano at her wedding. I'm practicing, I really am. But the one piece makes my ears twitch and my eyes go crossed. Okay, that was an exaggeration... But STILL! May I pick a different version of the same song? I'll talk to you next weekend I guess.
 I just noticed that they have one of the same pictures on the wall here that every single shop in the whole of Hayward has. Hm. Someday I'm gonna write a book that's popular like that. NOT!!! *shudders*
 I read part of a book this morning that I found in the Weaver's bookcase. About self discipline. Wow. It was good, really good. And it stepped all over my toes. Several times. The dear author said that of all the things we need to have discipline and control over, it's how we talk. And I had just like, gotten mad and, yeah. It's Monday. That's a poor excuse. Sorry.
 I should get going. It's getting later-ish and I still need to go shopping. And study for school. And, okay, you get the picture. I have a meeting tonight too! Goodness! Bye!