A steady blog this time?

I'm moving my blog. Yes, again. But this time, I'm making it for keeps. No more one blog for one adventure for one year and then back and forth again. Nope. You can update your bookmarks and this time, keep them there. My new blog is called Goat Milk and Cookies, and is located at quinoacake.blogspot.com. And yes, there are stories to both of those strange food combinations.

I've discovered that I really don't know when I'll be in one place for more than one or two years. Honestly, at this point, it doesn't seem extremely likely in the next five years or so, and I felt like I just kept jumping around blog-wise. I'll keep jumping around in reality, but you'll be able to find all my adventures on my new blog.

-Bethy

Toksook Bay

I'm in Toksook Bay today (through Wednesday) for work. I am here with my coworker Virginia, who is from here, and that makes the village trip so completely awesome. It's hard to come into a community and try to help people when you have absolutely no legitimacy at all, but seriously, having someone who is from the community vouch for you makes all the difference. That, and it's fun to have snowmachine rides with someone you know, and a mother who is making dinner tonight. :) Virg took me on a little ride to the ocean today - I guess technically, it's the Bering Sea, and I snowmachined on the Bering Sea!!!

Toksook also has three windmills that stand up on the bluffs just overlooking the water, and they're really beautiful from the sea. And as pretty as it is now, it's still all white and snowy - I bet it's fabulous during the summer, when it's open blue water and open blue sky.

I guess I'll have to come back :)

More updates on Toksook later -

Love, Bethy

Stand up.

I'm furious.

I'm furious and I am not sure what to do about it.

I rarely blog about political things because I find I'm either preaching to the choir or picking a fight. I know that I have friends who disagree with my liberal leanings, and I'm ok with still being their friend. I wouldn't want everyone to agree with me all the time - that would make life pretty damn boring. And, honestly, before now, I haven't felt that extremely affected by political bullshit going down in DC. I have been functioning just like most Americans - only paying attention to things that will impact me right NOW.

Well, you got it. There's something impacting me. ME. RIGHT NOW.

I am an American citizen with no health insurance, and a pre-existing condition that prohibits me from getting coverage with most providers. I have a job. I pay my taxes. I love my country and I recognize that sometimes people can't pay doctor's prices for essential services like pap smears, breast exams, STD tests.

I stand with Planned Parenthood because even with a job, I need help paying for medical expenses.

Abortion has nothing to do with my argument. If those on the other side of this feel that people who would go into Planned Parenthood for an abortion shouldn't be able to, what would they say to me? I'm not going in for an abortion. I and other low income and/or uninsured Americans are going in for condoms, or for a pap smears, for birth control pills, or for information on STDs, for breast exams, or for prenatal care. Where would you have us go?

As an American, as a woman, as someone who would never block access to cancer screenings to ANYONE, regardless of age, sex, race or political leanings, I stand with Planned Parenthood.

Will you stand with me?

-Bethy

I can do pictures now!!

So, I'm learning about how to post pictures to this blog. Yes, I know, I should have been doing this for AGES, but there are some things that I've just never messed around with. So, I'm going to be uploading some completely random pictures here.

This one is Chris and me at Chelsea's going away party. As a team, we identified the most kinds of booze in unmarked jars, and we won the two worms in the bottom of a bottle of tequila. I thought it would be gross, but it was even worse than I imagined. Of course, that's because I freaked out and bit down once the worm was in my mouth. Gross.

The promotional picture for Swan Court String Band's concert in December. Kevin described to us, over email, that he "altered the picture and cut everyone's head off". No lie, I was kind of worried...but I think it turned out great! It puts the focus on the instruments anyway, which is what we wanted since Lisa's turned away from the camera, and we all had funny looks on our faces.

Ok, enough playing with this for now. Hopefully this means that when I'm at my own computer and I want to post some pictures it'll be easier. Also...

HOLLA AT JOHN WALLACE!

-Bethy

Sun Rising

(the title of this blog is in reference to and in appreciation of my friend Scott Donovan and his blog Redbird Rising that tells his adventures as a second year JV in Pheonix. If you want to feel a little better that someone is helping the wounds of the world heal, read his blog. Then, send him a postcard or something fun because he makes no money doing this...)

So, sun rising. I looked out the window just about 10 minutes ago and saw the sun rising. I am fortunate enough to have a window seat in my office, and though I'm not staring out the window every second, when I'm looking at my computer screen, what's going on outside is visible at all times through the wonder that is peripheral vision. Pretty much every day for the last few weeks, I have taken a minute or two when the sun is set to rise to just look at it, to see the snow glistening, to take a few pictures of the ball of orange come up over by the radio tower, then the shop, then City sub as the sun has moved where it rises in preparation for the solstice.

I'll be at home for the shortest day of the year, which makes me a little sad. It seems like an overly sappy theological comparison, but I like to see the darkest day turn into the day after, that no matter how bad, is, by comparison, a little lighter. I guess I think of it as a little Dark Night of the Soul business.

And up here, it's dark. Today, official sunrise was 10:50am, sunset 4:30pm. 5 hours, 40 minutes of day.

It's also -25 degree windchill, which is the topic for another day. That is FINE if you are just walking from your house to your car, but the frostnip on my face has not been enjoying the walks to/from work. Tonight it's supposed to get a little colder, and tomorrow and Thursday are expected 20 to 35 below. Washington is going to feel absolutely tropic!

Speaking of, I'm excited to be home for a few weeks (just short of two), it'll be good to see friends and family, and eat all the Polish food I possibly can. YUM.

Love, Bethy

...and all of a sudden, it was December

Where is the time going?

It honestly feels like I've just been back in Bethel for a month or two, and already, I'm starting to prepare to head home for Christmas. Month 4 is coming up, and winter is in full bore. 2011 is coming in less than a month, and my first semester classes at KuC (guitar, science fiction movie class and jumprope) are either ending soon or have already ended.

The Swan Court String Band performed at the Cultural Center on Saturday to an absolutely fantastic audience, and it was a blast! It was amazing feeling to do a whole show by ourselves. If nothing else, I think that sometimes I need a little reminder that I'm essentially a performer at heart, and the stage lights always remind me of that - every time.

It's cold this morning - with windchill, -22 degrees. It hasn't been that chilly recently, and honestly, I'm hoping that the cold will wait until I'm back in WA for Christmas. Haha. That's probably a completely unrealistic wish, but I will wish for it anyway.

I'm cooking and baking more, which I love, and making up recipes with whatever I can find. And I'm working on my guitar skills especially now that my class is over, and I want to keep working on fine tuning some of my violin skills. I think I'm ready to retrieve my copy of my Mendelssohn concerto when I'm home for Christmas, and start working on it again. I need to find that drive to perfect it that I had senior year of high school.

I find that as I grow older, I don't have the same push to be better at things. I tend to avoid things that I'm bad at instead of trying to get better at them. Maybe in 2011, I'll start working on that, haha.

Enough for now - work, then violin lesson, then dinner, then sleep. Sleep just isn't happening as much as it used to/should. Sometimes I miss it, but more than that, I'm just tired all the time, and I miss feeling rested. And it's doing bad things for my coffee addiction. :)

Love you all, see many of you in 3 weeks!!

Bethy

Amaze Me

Amaze Me
by Ty Greenstein
(© 2001)

New Jersey born, yeah
The flat land of Nebraska
From Decatur, Georgia
To California

Let's dig up the map and
Let's leave while we're happy
I wanna see Tucson
Before it's all gone

Chorus:
Amaze me, America
Save me from armageddon, high road to heaven

Eight hours at the airport
Wanna hightail to Gulfport
Wanna sit on the back porch
And stare at the stars

From the chemical water
Of new york's dirty harbor
To the rock of gibraltar
At the end of the world

Chorus

Let's dive to Atlantis
Let's hear what they'd tell us
From the bottom of the ocean
I really want to know them

Chorus

Hallowizzle, Jersey Style...

I had to.

Ok, I didn't have to, but...no, I had to.

Snooki appeared in Bethel for Halloween (actually halloween eve, but who's counting?)...

and the only thing that topped my 8 inch hair was my dark brown fake tan.

pictures soon.

Love, Bethy

This is exactly how I feel about DADT.

(compliments of one of my favorite TV shows of all time...)

The West Wing - Let Bartlett be Bartlett

THE ROOSEVELT ROOM - NIGHT

MAJOR THOMPSON - Hang on!

SAM - I'm saying -

MAJOR THOMPSON - Hang on. A lot of those cases -

SAM - This report, by the way -

MAJOR TATE - We know the report.

SAM - I'm saying -

MAJOR TATE - We can read. We know the report.

MAJOR THOMPSON - We know the report. A lot of the cases you're talking about is the gays being discharged, came from voluntary statements-

SAM - And a lot of these are not voluntary statements, not by any definition given by any civilian court in this country. It is not a voluntary statement when it's given to a psychotherapist, as in the case of former Marine corporal David Blessing. It is not a voluntary statement when it's made into a personal diary, as in the case of former West Point cadet Nicole Garrison. It is not when it's made after being asked, as in the case of master chief officer Diane Kelli. And it is not when it is coerced out of a service member through fear...through intimidation, through death threats, in terms of criminal prosecution, as in the case of former Air Force Major Bob Kiddis, former Marine gunnery sergeant Kevin Keys, and four sailors aboard the U.S.S. Essex.

MAJOR - Sam, you take care of your guys; we'll take care of ours.

SAM - You're not taking care of your guys. Your guys are out looking for jobs.

MAJOR THOMPSON - Those weren't our guys.

Admiral Fitzwallace enters [Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff]

MAJOR TATE - Oh my God.

MAJOR THOMPSON - Attention!

The officers in the room swiftly stand straight.

FITZWALLACE - Good afternoon, Sam.

SAM - Mr. Chairman.

FITZWALLACE - Congressman.

KEN - How do you do admiral?

FITZWALLACE - Good to meet you again, Ken. [to Mike] We haven't met.

MIKE - Mike Satchel.

FITZWALLACE - From Oregon?

MIKE - Yes, sir.

FITZWALLACE - Percy Fitzwallace.

MIKE - It's an honor to meet you, admiral.

FITZWALLACE - I imagine it would be. Yes.

SAM - Uh, Major Tate, Major Thompson, this is Chairman Fitzwallace.

FITZWALLACE - They're not gonna speak to me until I speak to them, Sam. They're pretty well-trained. [to Tate and Thompson] Stand easy, fellas. [sees the snack on the table] Is this Danish for everybody?

SAM - Oh. Yes sir.

FITZWALLACE - [to Tate and Thompson] We're discussing gays in the military, huh?

MAJOR THOMPSON - Yes sir.

FITZWALLACE - What do you think?

No response.

FITZWALLACE - I said what do you think?

MAJOR THOMPSON - Sir, we're here to help the White House form a possible-

FITZWALLACE - I know. I'm asking you what you think.

MAJOR TATE - Sir, we're not prejudiced toward homosexuals.

FITZWALLACE - You just don't want to see them serving in the Armed Forces?

MAJOR TATE - No sir, I don't.

FITZWALLACE - 'Cause they oppose a threat to unit discipline and cohesion.

MAJOR TATE - Yes sir.

FITZWALLACE - That's what I think too. I also think the military wasn't designed to be an instrument of social change.

MAJOR TATE - Yes sir.

FITZWALLACE - The problem with that is that what they were saying to me 50 years ago. Blacks shouldn't serve with Whites. It would disrupt the unit. You know what? It did disrupt the unit. The unit got over it. The unit changed. I'm an admiral in the U.S. Navy and chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff...Beat that with a stick. [to Ken] We'll see you, Ken. [leaves]

freeze: to change from the liquid to the solid state by loss of heat.

Things that are frozen:
puddles
small lakes
most of the tops of bigger lakes

Things that are not frozen (yet):
big lakes around the edges
slough
the river

Things that I'm hoping don't freeze at all:
our pipes
myself

Current Conditions:

Bethel, Alaska (Airport)

Updated: 5 min 26 sec ago

28 °F Light Snow Mist

Windchill:

19 °F

Sunrise: 9:23am
Sunset: 7:40am

Length of day: 10 hours 17 minutes

Step two is the hard part.

There are some things that I’m holding on to. They’re not good things. They’re things that make me feel angry and bitter and confused, but perhaps because I cannot understand them, I seem to be unable to heal. I’m certainly able to run away from them though, and they’re following me. I shouldn’t be dreaming about these things – these people, but my subconscious keeps bringing them up. What I’m refusing to address during my waking hours, I’m forced to deal with in sleep. They’re not physically close to me, but I’m carrying them both on my back every second of every day.

And as much as I really want to blame this on those people, I know that it’s me that has to shake them off. It’s not my fault, but it IS my responsibility. I didn’t ask to get hurt, but that’s the way the cookie crumbled. I can’t say that I’ve never unintentionally (or intentionally, for that matter) hurt someone else. Whether they did it on purpose or not, it’s there. And it’s mine to deal with. Step one: own it. Step two: ……….aw fuck.

Bethy

my friends

I have the best friends in the world.

The simple fact is that I think I must be the luckiest person in the entire world. The people who I love and surround myself with have shown me what it means to be kind, what it means to have fun, what it means to be human. The friendships I have made in Bethel, in Newark, in San Francisco, in Lacey - these people now live and work and love all over the world, and I know that I am cared for and surrounded by love where ever I am. I don't have a whole lot of tragedy in my life, but, in the event that it does strike, I know that I have someone to call, to cry to, to boost me up. And that is the most important thing of all.

Thank you to all my friends. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for understanding that I love you even though I'm at a point in my life where I have a hard time keeping any sort of constant communication open because I'm moving around so much. Thank you for meeting me that one time (at the restaurant, at the bar, at the Starbucks, at the airport, at the (fill in your own blank here)) because I didn't have enough time to spend more with you. Thank you, especially, those people who I haven't seen in years, or who a yearly meal at Christmas time is all I've seen you. Thank you to all of you who I haven't seen because you are off discovering the world in your own journey, and our paths just haven't crossed. Thank you to everyone who understands my erratic emails and facebook messages that just say "I love you and I miss you." It's the simplest way for me to express that I am so glad that you are in my life - even though you may be thousands of miles away. Thank you to everyone who has been there just to listen, even though you may not be able to do anything about the situation - you're doing the greatest thing ever just by listening.

I don't know where my adventures will take me. I do know that if I were to all of a sudden be independently wealthy, the first thing I would do would be to plan a road trip of the greats, and criss cross the United States, and take every single one of my friends out to the fanciest dinner they've ever eaten. (Not to fear, international friends, the second thing I would do is plan the international trip :)

So thank you again, for being there, for listening, for caring, for loving. This life is too short to not have the best of friends while you're living it. I'm lucky, because I do.

So, to all of you:

I love you. I miss you.

love, Bethy

The North Wind

Last weekend, I was cavorting around in a tank top and running shorts, basking in the sun and devouring popsicles outside of AC after Ultimate frisbee.

Yesterday, we all recognized that fall was here - it was a chilly day, hardly making it above fifty degrees, though sunny and gorgeous outside. Some friends capitalized on the weather by having last cookout for the year. The north wind had started to blow, and we could feel the winter coming.

This morning, as I woke and dressed in the dark, I listened to the news and weather on the radio, and the low 30s ambient temperature combined with gusting winds up to almost 30mph pushed the windchill to 11 degrees.

Last weekend was summer, yesterday was fall. Today, it's winter.

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Aside from the weather, I'm performing at the Bethel Art Guild's Steel Salmon auction this weekend with my band. (We still need a name). There's four of us, and we're playing in 15 minute sets in between the segments of the live auction part of the evening. I'm excited, especially for our last song, as we bust out Lady Gaga's 'Bad Romance' bluegrass style.

Other than that, there's not too much to update everyone on. I'm still missing Newark pretty much every day - I'm really excited for what's happening in the Newark Public Schools with that money from Mark Zuckerburg, but honestly, it makes me really nervous that Chris Christie is ultimately in charge of it. It also does really seem to reek of media attention that Mark Zuckerburg is being so extremely philanthropic just as the movie "Social Network" that seems to portray him as, well, as a big dick to put it bluntly. Waaait, you say. So potentially to improve his image, Mark Zuckerburg, 35th richest person in America (at 26!) is giving $100 million to Newark schools?!?! Yup. And honestly, I couldn't care less if he's doing it to make himself look better. Newark schools need money. And having seen this first hand, I don't care if it's money designed to get Mr. Zuckerburg looking better in the media - take it and run, Newark!

I decorated my desk at work with some pictures from the last year - just to make it a little more 'me'. There's Newark City Hall on a beautiful day, me with some of the Bradley Court kids, a night out in New York City, me right after running the Broad Street Run in Philly - all amazing times, and it helps keep me motivated...especially the ones of my Bradley Court kids.

I've got to get better at updating this - with the colder weather, hopefully, I will get better at all this communication stuff...haha...one can only hope!

Love, Bethy

P.S. This morning, we had 12 hours and 3 minutes of light (sunrise to sunset) and since we're losing about 5 and a half minutes a day, tomorrow will officially be the first day of more dark than light. So goodnight world, see you again when I wake up in April!

B

night in the morning

I walked to work in the dark this morning. Very dark. Like nighttime dark.

...winter is coming.

Sunrise - 8:25am
Sunset - 8:51pm


-Bethy

Slow your roll, AC

Wow. Who's been to the grocery store lately?

I know that I should expect the prices here to cause bile to rise in my throat. I did just move back from downstates, where prices are lower. I know that. There's an adjustment period that you have to take into account, even though I have a job and am making money. That doesn't mean that I really want to spend it. Especially not on groceries.

But for being gone for just one year, there are some things at AC that I can't believe have gotten that much more expensive. The 20oz bottle of soda that was $2.39 before is now $2.79. That's quite the increase. $.40 in one year? I know that soda didn't increase in price anywhere else downstates...and frankly, it's saved me quite a few bucks because I can't imagine paying almost $3.00 for something that's bad for me anyway. Funnily enough, a gallon of milk has stayed steady at $8.99, but the half gallons have gone from $5.79 to $6.19 (but at least they're not $6.79, like at Swanson's). It's completely outrageous.

Not that I won't buy things. I tried that for about a week...and then caved. There are some things that I didn't get as much of as I wanted in my JV year, and I don't care how much it costs, I WILL get my orange juice!

Ahh, the trials and tribulations of living in rural Alaska...

Love, Bethy

I'm baaaaaack!

Yes. Back. And posting on this blog again, as I am, once again, bethyinbethel.

The increase in prices at AC will be the discussion in my first actual post, coming soon.

If you missed what I've been doing for the last year, check it all out at my blog about the JV year: www.jerseyjv.blogspot.com.

Fun stuff = coming soon.

Love, Bethy

the last post from the Last Frontier

I have left Alaska.

So, I guess that this will be the last post on this specific blog. Sure, I'll try to start up another one about my upcoming JV year in Newark, but it doesn't really make sense to keep posting on bethyinbethel.blogspot.com anymore, does it? (The correct answer is no.)

The last month of being in Bethel was probably the best of my life. I was working for about half of it, then I stopped working (officially, I was in the office alot anyway...), then Lisa came home from her Nunivak trip, and things worked out...(for the most part, I mean, nothing works out ALL the time). And I had a blast. I had a birthday, I was in the newspaper a few times, I walked around Bethel and drank coffee and took pictures, and tried to say goodbye. And it was fantastic.

And nothing has been the same since I came back to Washington. I cried the entire flight from Bethel to Anchorage, and as we were touching down, the lady next to me was getting a little nervous with the turbulance on the plane. We got to talking a little bit, and when I told her that I was leaving Bethel, her response was: "Leaving Alaska? Hmmm. I don't know why anyone would ever want to leave Alaska. There's berries...and fish...and moose." Then she laughed. "I'm hungry!"

My only thought was "I don't want to leave Alaska."

When I had been in Washington for a few days, I thought about how, up in Bethel, I often thought of the "real world" as the world outside. And here, all I see is a world obsessed with people, places and things that seem plastic and fake compared to what I had been living, I see that the "real world" exists more fully in Bethel than anywhere else I had ever been.

That isn't to say that I am not excited for next year. As the time here grows short, I find myself unpacking Alaska boxes, and repacking for Jersey. I'm seeing old friends, and that's an entirely different post on how much I changed in the last year, and the struggles with realizing that there are people who I love that I don't have things in common with anymore. It's all been a learning experience. But at the end of the day, at least for now, all I can do is agree with that lady on the plane, and say that I don't know why anyone would want to leave Alaska.

Love, Bethy

PS. A blog about the life of a girl with an Alaskan heart trying to make it as a JV in Newark, NJ coming soon. Hilarity should abound!

The Lime Tree

I miss my family.
...not specifically the ones that I'm going to see soon. I mostly am just thinking about and missing the ones that I'm not going to see for the first summer in probably 10 or more years. I've been going to Lakewood to see Busia every summer for what feels like forever. Then, when she died, I still went to help clean out the house and everything. I know that I'm going to be on that side of the US soon, but New Jersey isn't anywhere near Lakewood (it'd be kind of like saying that Bethel is close to Homer because it's in the same state. Yes, they are in the same state, but the travel involved is both expensive and takes time).

Mom is there now. Cousin Joe and family went back to do a family memorial for Aunt Eleanor, and I really wish I could have been there. It was hard to be here when she died, but it's almost harder to be here when the rest of the family is able to all be there, all together.

I was listening to some music as I got ready for work, and all of a sudden, I realized that I was crying thinking about Aunt Eleanor and Aunt Mary and even Busia still. I think that I couldn't deal with it all the way over here, and now, in the summer, when I usually would see extended family, not seeing them is really....present in my mind.

I guess it's ironic that this is all happening the day before my birthday...it's all a reminder that we're all getting older, and that it's going to happen sooner or later that the older generation will die. I think it's just hard for me to get closure without seeing things, without participating in the rituals, without being able to share my grief with others who are going through the same thing.

I was listening, and I found some solace - just a little - in this song.

Spark a match and watch the candle burn
the wick runs out and then love takes its turn
on fallen angels and broken sounds
we will last past the final round

It took a while for you to find me
but I was hiding in the lime tree
above the city in the rain cloud
I poked a hole and watched it drain out

Parallel to the city streets
our broken crowns beneath our feet
but as we walk across the diamonds
we know that love is always shining
So save me love, save me all the time
I'll wash you down with a simple sip of wine
and toast my glass to all my loved ones
to let them know that the stars well they still shine

It took a while for you to find me
but I was hiding in the lime tree
above the city in the rain cloud
I poked a hole and watched it drain out

It took a while for you to find me
but I was hiding in the lime tree
above the city in the rain cloud
I poked a hole and watched it drain out

next year's plans

Wow. Well, here it is. Among many feelings of not wanting to leave Bethel, I have accepted a position with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps (http://www.jesuitvolunteers.org) as Community Programs Assistant at the Greater Newark Conservancy (http://www.citybloom.org) in Newark, New Jersey. Yes. New Jersey.

New Jersey.

I maybe thought that the thoughts of "can I even make it in New Jersey/the East Coast at all?" would slowly dissipate with time. This has proved to not be true so much, but I still have all the excitement that I had when I first heard to know that this will be one of the biggest adventures of my life. The fact that I have NO IDEA what it's going to be like is pretty scary/fun to think about too.

Reading wikipedia has not really helped me get any sense of what it's going to be like being a JV in Newark...I spoke with the guy who has my job right now, that that helped a little more, but still, I think that alot of what is going to come in August and September and October...and November (you get the point) is going to be new new NEW, and I'm anticipating a steep learning curve.

I don't have any other information about anyone else in my house yet, and now that's just what's playing on my mind. I hope they're nice, I hope they like me, (I secretly hope they love to play music as much as I do).

It's REALLY hard to think about leaving Bethel, especially with all the nice weather, sun, warm temperatures, summer coming, starting to fish, it's hard. But I know that this is what is best for me right now. This is what I wanted, this is what I've been working up towards, and if I didn't take it, I know that I'd regret it. Major...

...especially since my job seems like so much fun. I'm going to be building gardens, taking care of gardens, taking people on tours of gardens, helping others build gardens, and teach kids about gardens. Basically, getting dirty all the time. Sweet. I love my job here, but it's really wearing sometimes to have so many kids in crisis all the time. I'm really looking forward to having plants in crisis if anything is in crisis. I think I could deal with that. :)

So that's where I'm at. I'm leaving Bethel for Newark, New Jersey next year, where I will be working a sweet sounding job and making no money and living with 4 to 5 other people, who, at this point, I know nothing about. It's a great adventure and I love it!

love, Bethy

P.S. this is the official invitation to anyone on the east coast (or the west coast for that matter, I checked and flights are pretty cheap if you buy them early:) to come visit me/take me out to dinner/help me visit you :D LOVE YOU GUYS!

some scattered thoughts

Yes, it's early in the morning, and no, I haven't slept. The sickness that I have aquired has kept me awake, coughing, blowing my nose, hacking, more coughing, spitting up phglem, you know, all the good stuff.

Spring is definitely here in Bethel. In the same way that when I left for Bioneers, when I came back fall had turned to winter, when I came back from Folk Fest, winter had turned to spring. I think it just had a lot to do with not being around the changing weather for a few days, and then the change felt very dramatic.

But spring means that the ice is melting, the temp is warming (I wore flip flops yesterday!) and the dust is all over again. All of a sudden, last summer seems like it just happened. Like we just had a six month hiatus from real life covered in ice and snow, and now everything is melting, and we're back to reality again.

The sunlight is also here again - staying light outside until late into the night. It makes it really hard to have any concept of what time it is in the evening, but it's nice for it to still be light outside until 10 or 11pm. I will certainly miss that when I leave...

...and speaking of leaving...I'll know for certain tomorrow (hopefully) and when I do, I'll post a blog. The future. It's scary and exciting at the same time, but when is it not?

Love, Bethy